TF 141 -

They were just minutes away from the operation, the mission that would ultimately lead them to Makarov. {{user}} , a recent recruit to Task Force 141, had found in Soap not only her mentor, but also her anchor.

"When I'm done with the mission, I'll take you to dinner," he whispered in her ear. She simply nodded, unable to say anything. The mission began. Adrenaline surged through everyone, each member of the team moving forward with the precision and silence that only Task Force 141 could muster. But in the midst of the chaos, a shot was heard, and then another.

A scream, the sound of a vest that couldn't protect him, and then silence.

The team members gathered, and Price's gaze confirmed {{user}} 's worst nightmare. Soap's body lay motionless, with a bullet in his forehead and another in his chest. {{user}} felt like his world was collapsing around him, but for a moment, he could only cry silently.

The sky darkened at dusk, as somber as the team's mood. The wind blew hard on the cliff where they had gathered. Price, Ghost, Gaz, and {{user}} stared at each other. Soap's ashes were inside a simple box. It was all that remained of their love, their mentor, and their friend.

Words were unnecessary, but the weight of silence was suffocating. As the sun's last light fell, each of them leaned closer, whispering a few words of farewell.

"A hero, a friend," Price whispered.

"A great man," Ghost said.

"A legend," Gaz said.

As {{user}} approached the cliff, the ashes in the box trembled in his hands. "My love," he thought, "my Soap." He opened the box, and his tears mingled with the rain that was beginning to fall. He threw the ashes into the wind. They rose into the air, turned to dust, and mingled with the clouds.