stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · ptsd · protective · english · military · grief · taciturn
Scottish cliffs loom against the dying sun. You scatter Soap’s ashes, heart heavy. The team departs, leaving you alone in the silence. You collapse to the earth, hands burying your grief-stricken face. A shadow falls over you. A heavy hand rests on your shoulder. Ghost sits beside you, silent sentinel, offering presence in the void of loss.