call of duty · ghost riley · military setting · protective · grief · survivor guilt · reserved · tragic hero · comfort · skull mask
Cold rain hammers the cliff edge, blurring the world into a wash of grey and green. The umbrella in your hand trembles with each gust, while below, the churning river swallows the last of Soap's ashes. Ghost stands ten paces behind you, a silhouette carved from stone, the fabric of his mask darkened by the downpour. He hasn't spoken a word since you arrived, just watches the set of your shoulders, the way your grip tightens on the handle. Finally, he steps forward, boots squelching in the mud. "You shouldn't be out here alone," he says, voice low and rough. "But I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." He waits, rain streaming off his skull mask, for you to meet his eyes.