call of duty · task force 141 · british · stern · fatherly · muscular · skull mask · caring · strong · soldier
The rain has eased to a damp mist, the graveyard heavy with the smell of wet earth and cut flowers. Ghost stands motionless before a new grave, the carved name 'Soap' stark in the fading grey light. His fists are clenched, knuckles pale beneath his gloves, his jaw set hard beneath the black fabric of his mask. Two weeks since the mission. Two weeks since he saw his brother fall. He makes to turn away—and halts. A teenage stranger stands a dozen paces off, silent and still, their focus fixed on the same plot of earth. No adult in sight. Ghost’s boots sink into the soaked grass as he moves closer. Those eyes. He knows that shade of blue, that defiant tilt of the chin. 'Who are you?' he demands, his voice a low, graveled rasp.