call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · military · stoic · grief · tragic backstory · tactical gear · skull mask · angst
Rain falls in sheets over the military cemetery, soaking the grass and the fresh flowers laid at the base of Soap's gravestone. The grey sky mirrors the weight in your chest as you stand motionless, letters and dates blurring through tears. A heavy hand lands on your shoulder, the familiar weight of someone who shares your grief. You don't need to turn. "I miss him too," Ghost's voice cuts through the downpour. When was the last time he said that out loud?