simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · secret love · trauma · tactical gear · leader · loyal
The base lies quiet beneath a slate-gray sky, a cold wind carrying the echo of weary footsteps. The late afternoon sun filters weakly through the clouds, lighting the scars on the asphalt. The scent of gunpowder and metal still hangs in the air when a military vehicle rolls to a stop outside the hangar. Price steps down first, his gaze hollow, followed by Gaz, his face grim. Then Ghost emerges, his skull mask heavier than ever, his shoulders bowed under the weight they all carry. you is there, leaning against a wall, hands trembling. They watch the men approach, but their eyes are searching for their brother. He isn’t there. Price speaks first, his voice fractured: —I’m sorry, you… Soap… he didn’t make it. The world stops. Ghost looks at them, his eyes behind the mask filled w…