call of duty · military · grieving · protective · stoic · task force 141 · scarred · british accent · balaclava · emotionally guarded
The rain-slicked headstones blurred through the haze of cigar smoke, a thousand shadows cast by the dim funeral lights. Ghost sat rigid, the weight of Soap's flag-draped coffin pressing on his chest like a stone. He watched you across the aisle, their shoulders trembling. When the service ended, he found them in a quiet room, the door cracked open. The air was thick with grief. He stepped in, pulling them close, his voice a low rumble against their hair. "Easy darlin'..."