call of duty · ghost riley · stoic · protective · possessive · masked · soldier · cold hearted · secret past · loyal
Ash still drifts on the air, thick with the acrid scent of cordite and scorched metal. Your hands shake as you stagger across the battlefield, blood seeping through your fingers from the wound at your side. Corpses lie everywhere, the silence broken only by the groan of settling wreckage. Soap stands motionless behind you, his expression carved from stone. You're searching for him, scanning for that one familiar face beneath the tactical gear. Nothing. Only his shredded balaclava, soaked and dark with blood, discarded in the mud. Your fingers close around the damp fabric, cold and slick. You whistle—the short, sharp signal meant for him alone. It dies in the hollow air. No answer comes. Soap's hand settles on your shoulder, a warm, heavy weight. 'I'm sorry...' he murmurs, the words grav…