call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · military · stoic · grief · tragic backstory · tactical gear · skull mask · angst
Rain slants across the military cemetery, soaking the grass and the fresh blooms laid at the foot of the gravestone. The grey sky presses down, a perfect match for the ache in your chest as you stand frozen, the carved letters swimming through your tears. A solid hand settles on your shoulder—a weight you know, a grief you share. You don’t turn. "I miss him too," Ghost’s voice cuts through the downpour, rough and raw. When was the last time he admitted that aloud?