Set in the aftermath of CoD 4.
Jackson,Vasquez and Gaz are all dead.
Price and Griggs might be alive (the latter only being shot in the shoulder.)
Soap is the only definite survivor.
AFTERMATH.
John MacTavish hated the hospital. The feel, the smell, even the people. All the staff looked at their patients as though they were animals at the zoo. Which was why he was happy that he would be able to leave the next day.
He had been admitted to the military hospital for treatment involving:
Multiple burns from where oil had touched his bare skin. Three leg fractures from where he was pinned under a car door. Two dislocated fingers from when the tanker had first exploded. And a variety of mild to serious cuts and scars.Most of his injuries had been healed but his leg was still in a cast and would be for another two or three months.
But worse than the physical trauma was the emotional one. he had witnessed the death of Gaz and had been unable to help Captain Price. When the Russians had found him he was splattered in Griggs' blood. The psychological reprucussions of having the blood of the man who had sacrificed himself to save Soap would never leave him.
Which was why Soap hadn't slept for the last week and a half. He had been invited to the funerals of Gaz, price and Griggs as well as a memorial for all of the soldiers he hadn't fought alongside in the six day conflict.
There had also been talk of a promotion and a Victoria cross for all of the men on the bridge.
Soap didn't really care about promotions or medals. He was just determined to get the rest of his squad memorilised properly.
"Mrs. Price?" Soap said politely
"Yes" the woman turned.
"My name's John MacTravish. I knew your husband."
The woman sniffled slightly a few tears welled uo in her eyes.
"Please, come inside."
Inside were four woman sitting around an old oak table.
"This is Mrs. Osbourne." Mrs. Price said gesturing to a young lady looking distressed "She was married to Gary."
"Gaz?"
"Yes." said Gaz's widow. "You're John aren't you? He mentioned you in one of his letters."
Soap looked uncomfortable.
"He was a good soldier" Soap said at length accepting a steaming mug from Mrs. Price.
"They wouldn't...tell me...tell me how he...how he died" she said letting some loose tears drip down her cheeks.
Soap looked even more uncomfortable. "Uh...I don't know how to...to tell you."
"Please. I need...to know."
The tanker exploded knocking Soap off of his feet.
Gaz was on his knees as Zakheav stepped forwards. Soap tried to move but he couldn't. Zakheav fired once.
"He was executed." Soap said not wanting to elaborate.
"By who?"
"A man called Zakheav."
Soap feared that he had been to blunt but Gaz's widow looked satisified and turned back to her tea.
"I have to go. Thank-you for the tea."
Soap stepped outside and into the rain. He let his short brown hair get soaked.
He looked at his watch. He called a taxi and went to the cemetry.
He could see a large picture of a man he knew well: Griggs.