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Roach stared at the grave, and gave a slight shudder. This was all so surreal. He looked to his left, where an unmasked Ghost stood silently, his jaw tightening. His teammate's heavy breath turned to steam in the cold air beneath his nose. It was odd seeing Ghost without his mask, but even the painted balaclava wouldn't have hidden the raw emotions radiating from him. It could be seen in his very demeanor. However, it was his eyes that gave away his chilling state. The man was, in a word, broken. To Ghost's left, Roach heard Soap sigh heavily, his eyes also glued to the grave marker. His eyes clenched shut. "We should go," the Scotsman sa

I went to a party, Scott, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Scott, So I drank soda instead. The first thing I was aware of was the inky blackness all around me, with the occasional flash of red or blue. Fireworks? My mind was too fuzzy to tell. The second thing I was aware of was an extreme amount of pain throughout my body. Where was it coming from? I couldn't even move, it all hurt too badly. I could tell I was laying face down on what felt like pavement covered in syrup. What was that? I really felt proud inside, Scott, The way you said I would. I didn't drink and drive, Scott, Even though the others said I sho