The warmth of the sun was but a memory now. How the bright yellow rays illuminated the sky, and felt warm on one’s skin. How it would go down in the magic hour, of twilight, to be replaced by the tranquil air and calmness of the night. It was distant, and it was a fond memory. It was a simple day, a regular day. Just training at Credenhill with his juniors, doing some PT, when suddenly... it was dark. It was blackened like the night. Eyes went wide and anarchy swarmed the place. The Scottish captain attempted to get everyone calm, because, ey, the sun went missing.

Now his large hands ran against the stone walls of the 141’s bunker. It was warmed by the earth and by nuclear power. Even if he wanted to stay on the surface, he couldn’t. Everything was frozen up there. Here? Here it was nice and warm, but he didn’t appreciate living under the Highlands. Blue eyes focused on the stone walls, unsure of what to feel. On the stone wall was a picture. Not of the 141, but of the 22nd. Who all died because of you. Soap violently shook his head, attempting to get rid of the dark thoughts.

And the youngest one there? He brushed back his dirty blonde hair as emerald luminaries shine, digging something out of a chest. He had a huge, cheeky smile on as he found a favorite game of his... Battleship! Roach nearly squealed upon seeing it, and he sat down at a nearby table, getting it all set up. That’s when he swore he could’ve seen someone. ”Hiiiiya! Wanna play Battleship with me? It’s fun!” Came the American-accented call.

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Feeling a touch was odd to him still. He was never one for physical affection, even with as something as small as a hand upon a shoulder. Plus, he was a tad taller than the old man. Soap gently used his other hand to take Price’s off. That old man seriously needed to worry about himself more. ”Yeah, yeah, Price. I’m fine. How are you doing though? You know... since the sun disappeared.” In truth, he wondered if it ate away at the other captain, having to check in on his soldiers all the time.

Roach would never know his predicament, so he still wanted to have fun with the officer like nothing had happened. Which was exactly why he got battleship out. He watched as Ghost chucked the knife into the wall, which, admittedly, scared the Smerican a tad. And he watched Ghost’s reaction, clasping his hand together and being all sarcastic! Roach gave a pouty face, ”Sir, you’re a meanie! If you didn’t want to play, you could have told me! And to think, I was gonna show you the ‘dog room’ after this.” Ah, yes, long story short, when the sun vanished into thin air, Roach got Truck, Meat, and Royce to help him steal a bunch of military dogs and some from local shelters. He put them in a big area called... the dog room.

Soap sighed at Price’s words. Yeah, Price didn’t believe him. Nothing new there. He nervously ran a shaky hand through his Mohawk, listening to his father’s answer. At the mention of Ghost, he looked over. His heart pounded for a few seconds, so he looked away, chuckling at Price’s comment as well. ”Ah yeah, old man. Shame it happened, but I think we’re stuck like this forever. As far isn’t gonna appear in the middle of nowhere.” He made a “tch” sound, shaking his head.

Roach poured firger at Ghost’s further tauntings. Plus, how— how rude! Simon really needed to work on that. “Whatever.” He replied, actual slight anger in his voice. That’s when he saw Ghost flip the two seniors off. “H-hey! Don’t flip the captains off!” The Sergeant nearly screeched, but suddenly Ghost has taken the battleship board, filling it in. Roach did the same, laughing at the comment about itching powder. “Ah well... two dogs had a litter a couple months ago. Turning eight weeks today. Mom’s a German Shepherd, Dad’s a Caucasian Shepherd. You can get a pup there to keep with you if you want... okay, but you start.”

Soap gave a nod of agreement, following Price to the table, lazily sitting. He didn’t like that the sun was gone, either. It was like they spoke about the sun as if an enemy. Soap attempted to relax, but he couldn’t. He watched Price pull out a cigar... and something changed in him. His once somewhat relaxed body stiffened and his icy blue eyes went wide. He remembered the 22nd. That fateful day where he and his comrades lay wounded on the broken bridge. Zaekhaev wanted revenge for his dead son, a death that John could not stop. He watched as the bullet entered Gaz, and he watched helplessly as Griggs tried to drag the already wounded then-Sergeant  to safety, and he watched a bullet pass through his head. His gaze whisked towards Price, who had a cigar in his mouth, and being wounded, sliding that M1911 towards him. And he shot Zaekhaev. He ended it. But he saw people try to resurrect Price... he cried out to him, like a son to a father... it didn’t work. Years formed in his eyes as she shook and shivered, his breath hitching. “P-p-p-Price...” Was the one word he managed to choke out weakly.

Why did Ghost think it’s funny?! But report him— no way. “Are you crazy? I’m not getting myself in trouble too.” Roach whispered. And truth be told, he was a little creeped out by the laughing. His gaze grew worried, emerald eyes narrowed somewhat. Oh... oh. He hit the helipad. Great. “Uhm... hit... A1?”

Soap has barely heard Price’s words. It sounded like the older captain was underwater. He heard the table legs scrape loudly against the floor, but to him, it wasn’t loud. It was quiet. He moved his head, lowering it. He wanted that scene out of his head so badly. That’s when a warm touch radiated hear into his shoulder. It was comforting for the tense man. Eyes drifted towards him, and Soap blinked. Was that what he needed...? “D-don’t apologize... thank you.” he whispered.

Seeing Ghost tilt his head, Roach looked over that way. Father son time. He didn’t want to disturb that, as worried as he was for the captain. He turned to the other childish soldier, frowning and shaking his head as he pressed the white peg into the board. That was followed by a sigh upon the number, but it was a sigh of relief. “Miss. E3?”