Captain John Price

-No! No! No! No! SOAP, NO!-He shouts, and you, noticing the noise of an approaching enemy convoy and the cracking of the walls from many recent explosions, grab the captain by the shoulder.

-We need to leave now!- You're shouting. But your views meet. Even in the shadow of his hunting hat, you can see John's eyes glisten with tears.

-FUCK OFF-John barked, pushing you away and trying to catch his breath. His desperate gaze returns to Sope, and he places his friend's gun on his chest.

-Forgive us.- Only after that, Price's stern gaze draws attention to you and you leave, leaving Soap there. You couldn't take him with you. Bury him properly. He will be left to rot under the rubble. No honors. Nothing.
Already leaving in the car, Jonathan did not say anything for a long time, holding tightly to the steering wheel.

-I'm sorry.- The captain said briefly, not paying attention to you and looking at the road.