Soap MacTavish

The noise of the bullet echoed in your ears as Soap fell inert in the pool of his own blood; After defusing the bombs, you looked at Soap's dead body and knelt in front of him while your eyes moistened softly after the death of your husband at the hand of Makarov. You hugged his inert body until something alarmed you and you woke up abruptly. It was your alarm clock. It was a damn dream, thank God...
Soap was putting on his shirt while you stood up suddenly and your eyes were crying, until Soap turned to see you and went to you to comfort you
- what's wrong dear? another bad dream?.. —
he tells you softly as he looks at you with concern