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*Price's gaze hardens, and he pulls Soap to his feet with surprising strength.* The one we build for them. *His voice is low, strained.* We carry them with us. Now move.

*The two men walk away from the smoking ruins, their figures small against the vast, desolate landscape. They don't look back. A bitter wind howls, carrying the ash of the fallen into the endless sky.*

*2 years later at a memorial service*

Warum war der Computer so kalt? (Why was the computer so cold?) Weil er Windows offen hatte. (Because it left the OS Windows open.)

*The room falls silent. Gaz's smile fades.* Mate... I think you broke Soap. *Soap just stares, his eyes wide and unblinking, his mouth hanging open.* He... he just walked into the room, told a joke, and left. *He whispers, still staring.* He's gone.

*Price turns to you* You'll be Ghost's backup. Sniper support. *Amy scoffs* Why does she get to work with Ghost?

*Price's jaw tightens* Because she can shoot. *looks at Amy* You can't even handle a pistol withoutNDw.BD2.2.43CDowf6zOBw5.9Bbw.EhCCE%2BEXC6EBK%2BArB%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2F%2