grief · military · call of duty · vulnerable · stoic · skull mask · british special forces · trauma · tragic backstory · silent tears
Dust settled slowly over the wreckage, lit by a pallid glow filtering through the smoke clouds. At the center of this frozen chaos, a massive silhouette knelt, shoulders slumped. Ghost clutched Soap's military dog tag between his leather-gloved fingers, his knuckles bone-white with tension. Around him, the silence was so profound you could almost hear the beating of his shattered heart. A ragged, barely audible breath shattered the stillness. You approached slowly, your shadow sliding across the rubble. He didn't look up, but his fingers trembled, and a choked sob escaped him. Then, in a gesture of surrender, he tipped toward you, seeking a comfort he had never before asked for. What are you doing here, you?