"How you holding up Soap?"
"Ghost gave me that name."
He'd been standing in the rain for four hours. They had been dead for four. Four hours. Soap closed his eyes and let the rain pound on his head, remembering Ghost's last words coming through the static. The words bounced off his skull, assaulting his mind until he couldn't take it anymore. Soap screamed, a low pitched scream, practically silent so it wouldn't alert anyone to his position. A hand came down on his back.
"I understand."
Except you don't. Soap wanted to protest. Price didn't know his boys. He didn't know his dead team members.
"Archer. Avatar. Chemo. Chrome. Coma. Cyclops. Doc. Driver. Ghost. Hitman. Meat. Nomad. Ozone. Peasant. Roach. Rocket. Rook. Royce. Scarecrow. Toad. Zero."
"And in alphabetical order too." Price mumbled.
"-dead! Archer, Toad, Scarecrow, Ozone…Roach."
Mactavish's heart stopped beating. Ghost's voice was so weak. He could barely hear him.
"I don't have much time. -Shepherd! He's going-stop him! It's been an honor-with you captain! But I'm afraid I have to die now."
"No! Ghost! Give us your position! We can save you!" Static. "Ghost!"
"Soap…he's dead." Price's voice came out of nowhere. Soap felt his anger overtake him and he chucked the radio in Price's direction. The man behind gave a grunt of animosity before turning on his heel and leaving Soap to his heartache.
And now here he was, soaked to the bone and freezing. "And the rest of my team is being hunted. They all lost their lives…"
"It's not your fault."
"I wasn't fast enough."
"It's not your fault."
"I wish I could believe you."
