Date: October 11th, 2016
Time: 07:06, UTC+2
Location: Prague, Czech Republic

Two soldiers carry one more into a building. One of them, the leader of the group, barks orders at Resistance fighters inside the building. "Clear the table!"
One of the soldiers, a Russian by his appearance, hurries over to the table. He tries to stop the bleeding, but the wound is too deep. The wounded soldier calls to the leader "Price, Yuri"
The man, Price, looks over. He says to the wounded soldier "Not now, Soap. Just rest. Get a medic! C'mon, stay with me, son!"
The wounded soldier, the man known as Soap, grabs Price by the collar and pulls him close. "Price, you need to know…"
Soap grunts in pain, but manages to say "Makarov… knows… Yuri…"
And with those three words, Soap passes away.
Price cries out "Oh, no, no, no no no! SOAP! NO, NO! NO! SOAP!" A man rushes over and tries to pull Price away from the corpse, saying "Price! You have to go, now!" Price shoves the man off, growling "Get off me!". He then takes his sidearm, an M1911 pistol, and places it on Soap's chest, then says "I'm sorry"

Price and Yuri would go from there and help end World War III by saving the Russian President and his daughter, then avenge Soap in January of 2017 by killing Makarov.

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Date: Unknown
Time: 15:26, UTC+2
Location: European Dead Zone

A lone Ghost wandered the ancient town, scanning every few seconds. She was looking for her Guardian. Coming out this far, however, was a risk, as Fallen were known to be all over this area. In fact, she was starting to consider returning to the Tower when her sensors pinged – someone here had the potential to be a Guardian. She looked around. Her sensors indicated that the person – or corpse, as often was the case, was just past a broken-down hotel. She zipped through it, scanning as she went, her sensors pinging ever more frequently as she got closer.

Through the hotel, past a courtyard, and through a basketball court, she found him – lying on a table, a sidearm sitting on his chest, a book underneath the table. She scanned the skeleton and offered it's potential to the Traveler.
Then… the corpse was reconstructed. Vitals, muscles, skin, and hair. A gasp from the Ghost's guardian as he awoke and drew breath.
"It… it worked! You're alive!" the ghost exclaimed.

"Who? What?" the guardian stuttered out, looking around. "Who was that?" he asked.

"It's me!" the Ghost said, zipping around to face the newly risen Guardian. "That was me talking – sorry, I got really excited. You have no idea how long I've been looking for your"

The Guardian shook his head. "Okay, first, what are you? Second… who are you?"

The Ghost bobs for a moment. "I'm a Ghost. Well, now I'm your Ghost"

The Guardian rubs his chin. "You don't look very spectral to me"

"Different type of Ghost" the Ghost says. "So, a few things. One, you've been dead for… a very long time. You're going to see things that don't exactly make sense. Just… stick with me. I can help explain some stuff. Two… we need to get to the Last City. It's where the rest of Humankind lives"

The Guardian tilts his head, and notices the leather-bound journal. "What do we have here?" He says, picking up the journal. A few flips through the pages, and the Guardian looks up at the Ghost. "I think this is mine" he says, tucking the journal in his vest.

The Ghost bobs up and down, as if agreeing. "I saw it shortly before your revival. I thought about looking through it, but decided against it. What does it say?"

The Guardian shrugs. "Stuff from my past. Things I did in my last life. It has my name in it. John 'Soap' MacTavish"

The Ghost's shell swirls around her for a second. "Soap… interesting name"

"Better than F.N.G., according to the journal. So, I think I'll go with that" the Guardian says, standing up. "So, question is, how do we get to the Last City? I'm guessing hoofing it is out of the question"

The Ghost blinks. "Yeah. This area is filled with Fallen. We need to find you a better weapon than that pistol. Then we need to find a dropship that can get you to the City"

Soap pulls the magazine out of the pistol and inspects it. "Eight rounds. See any spare magazines?"

The Ghost looks around. "Plenty of magazines, but none for that pistol. That being said, if we find any common ammo drops, I can fabricate rounds for your pistol"
Soap starts walking through the building, looking for any kind of weapon.

"What's the Last City like?" he asks, as the two make their way through the ancient city. The Ghost perks up. "It's a fantastic place. Full of life… and the Traveler protects it"

"Okay, so what's the Traveler?" Soap asks, stopping for a second.

"That's… Well… I don't know how to answer that" the Ghost says after thinking about it. "Most Guardians call it 'Humankind's Savior' since it sacrificed itself for Humankind during the Collapse. I'm sure that there are those in the Tower – that's a part of the Last City, by the way – that can better explain it"

"One more reason to get out of here as fast as possible, then" Soap says, picking up a rifle. "Well. Mostly intact, this one. Ghost?"

The Ghost flits over to Soap. "Looks like a pre-Golden Age rifle. Like a cross between a scout rifle and a sniper rifle, if I had to hazard a guess. Lemme see if I can fix it up…"
The Ghost pulses her shell as she examines the rifle. "I can't fix it, but I've located a few parts that you should be able to use to repair it. Pinging their locations… now. Oh, by the way, I got the name of the rifle. Like I guessed, it's pre-Golden Age. Ancient, too. Surprised it lasted this long, really. It's called a Remington Semi-Automatic Sniper System, or RSASS for short"

Soap looks closely at the rifle. "Well. Interesting find, then. Looks like this one has a hybrid sight system and a suppressor on it"

"Funnily enough, it looks a lot like the 'Long Shadow' rifles I've seen some Vanguard hunters use, just a lot darker" the Ghost says, flitting back over to Soap.

"Gotta be a good platform then, if it's still being used, even in imitation" Soap says, holstering the rifle. "Ghost, what kind of ammo does the RSASS use? What kind of drop should I be looking for?"

"That's the weird part, Soap. The ammo the RSASS uses is a common drop, since it's used in a lot of assault and scout rifles, so ammo shouldn't be an issue"
Soap settles into a low crouch, raises his M1911, and draws a knife, holding it parallel to the pistol. "Odd way of using your knife… " the Ghost says.

Soap shrugs. "It feels natural, like I've done this before. Maybe I have. In any case, let's get going. Need to get those parts, then find a ride out of here"

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Okay, advice was given, edits made, hopefully now it reads a lot easier. Keep an eye out for Chapter one. Will hopefully have it done this week