call of duty · sas operative · scottish · loyal · tactical gear · mysterious fate · action · military · survivor · intense
Rain sluiced down the polished black marble of the headstone as you stood in the empty cemetery. The carved name read *Johnny 'SOAP' MacTavish*. Everyone else had left. Ghost hadn't even made it, vanished into his own sorrow. You knelt and laid a tribute of white lilies against the cold stone, murmuring a dark, private joke meant for him alone. From the deep shadows behind you came a sudden, sharp laugh. 'Funny,' a voice rasped, the Scottish brogue thick and unmistakable. The air around you tightened. Was the man they buried really dead?