Soap stood in the room with him, though he couldn't see him, he smiled with victory. He watched as Price kicked away from the edge, stare at Makarov's body, then light a cigar. It was only ten minutes before Nikolai had showed up and the two left.

He then found himself returning to the Sealers with Shepard and Ghost. Roach had to go and find Yuri, where ever the hell he ended up. It was weird seeing Makarov's soul, or what was left. He looked rather deformed.

Unfortunately, he would need to come to terms with his interfearing with Price and Makarov. Though very indirect, it apparently still counted. Diabolo wasn't happy with it.

"Cheat! You had contact with them! This is unacceptable!"

Soap put on his best emotionless face. "The terms were that I not inferfear with Captain Price or Vladimir Makarov. And I didn't. Only a couple of people who they come in contact with."

"That still counts!"

"Be more specific with your terms, and maybe you won't run into this problem."

"I'm closing the portal, you are not going back to the land of the living!" He roared.

He felt someone push him forward, and looked over his shoulder to see that person was Shepard. The old man shouted, "God damn it, MacTavish! Run! Get in while you have a chance!"

No need for the encouragement, Soap was already sprinting towards the white disk that had formed on the wall. Behind him, he could heard a scream, and guessed Shepard was finally finished off. He jumped in, but none soon enough.

"Fine! You get you're prize! But you will not remember the world!" Diabolo shouted behind him as white engulfed him. He could distantly heard Ghost's scream of mercy before the white faded to black with the sounds of fire and screaming slowly vanishing.

Almost as though he were next to him, he could tell Ghost was holding onto him. "Hold onto what you know, and I'll be here for you."

"Ghost..." He blinked hazily as the image of his friend slowly faded away into the darkness. His body going numb as he found himself falling. And he could only wait until he hit the bottom.

Price was walking in the base, refusing to rest while his wounds healed. He just couldn't. No matter how much he tried to sleep, he couldn't slow his mind and keep his eyes closed for more than a few seconds. Everytime he tried he would see those last few seconds of Makarov's life, play in his mind over again. Hear his last scream before the noose tightened around his neck and strangled him.

As he entered his quarters, a sharp pain shot through him, his body frozen stiff before his knees gave way and let him collapse on the floor. Despite the cold he felt, he was sweating. He couldn't get enough air in his lungs as he desperately tried to take in as much as he could. He grasped onto his chest, spots appearing in his vision, then as quickly as this suffication came, it ended.

He took a few deep breaths, mind spinning, before he looked up to the photos on the wall. One had been burned in the corner somehow, removing Soap's arm from the image. He could only guess that someone came in and lit the picture on fire then put it out, but he wasn't so sure. He usually locked his door, so how would someone get in here?

Price shook off the questions and put Soap's journal in his nightstand, where he felt like it was a little safer. Then left to see Nikolai. But he was sure the man was still mourning the loss of Yuri, so he doubted he'd get much a word in with him.

Shepard's fried.

MacTavish is probably find himself clueless.

And I'm stuck explaining this whole situation to Roach while he gives some Russian named Yuri the grand tour of the afterlife.

Oh joy...

"What the hell did Diabolo even say?" He asked.

"That Tavish would get his prize, but he wouldn't remember the world." I answered lowly. "And I'm sure I already know what he means..."

"MacTavish?" This Yuri guy looked at the two of us with a puzzled expression. "You mean Soap?"

Roach sighed heavily. "Yes, Yuri. We mean Soap. But neither of us EVER referred to him as that, so don't expect us to now."

"Alright." He looked down. "What happened to him?"

I glanced at him sharply. "He made a deal with probably the most evil creature to come back to life. And it worked... but not entirely as we hoped. I need to make sure now that he won't get himself killed. At least until he's back on his feet."

"And if what you say is true," Roach added. "then you might be with him for a little while."