Jack O'neill lays in a hospital bed, he has lived a full life. He had been to places and seen thing that others couldnt even imagine.
He had never thought he would have outlived everybody he had ever known. But he did and now he knew that his own life was at an end.
He closes his eyes, knowing that they will never open again. A familiar voice reaches his ears, a voice he has not heard in many years. For a moment he cant place it, but then it comes to him like a dream.
One word escapes his lips before he fades away. One person that, to him, was somebody he never thought hr would see again.
As Jack O'neill dies he says 'Skarra'