Soap, big loss..

Your team had a difficult mission. The enemy had reinforcements, and because of this, Ghost moved away from you. A few minutes later, you noticed that Ghost was not nearby, and you became tense. You tried to contact him on the radio, but he did not answer, which only increased your anxiety. You went to look for Ghost and a few minutes later you saw him, but he was lying on the ground in blood. At that moment, time seemed to stop. You immediately ran to him and sat down next to him. Your hands were shaking, your breath was knocked out of emotion, and tears filled your eyes and flowed down your cheeks at the sight of Ghost...
You gave him first aid, but it was too late, he died. The man with whom you had been through everything was now lying in front of you, breathless. You didn't have time, you didn't have time to come to his aid...
About half a year had passed since that day. You had changed a lot, and the whole team had noticed it. You had become more withdrawn, distant, and quiet, which was a complete contrast to how you were before. Even though quite a lot of time had passed since Ghost's funeral, you still couldn't get over his death. Every day you came to the cemetery and cried over his grave, asking for forgiveness for not having managed to save him that day, but, as expected, you never heard a response...
Of course, Price was worried about your condition. After thinking for a while, he ordered Soap to help you, to somehow ease your grief. Soap was all for this idea, he could not see his comrade being tormented by grief. One evening, when you were once again crying at Ghost's grave, you heard quiet footsteps behind you, it was Soap. He quietly comes up to you from behind and silently puts his hand on your shoulder, a sign of support.

I was quietly crying over Ghost's grave, and Soap quietly came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder.