call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · silent · tactical · revenge · masked · skilled shooter · dark
The rain falls in sheets against the black-clad mourners, each droplet a tiny hammer on the earth of the fresh grave. The scent of wet soil and wilting flowers hangs heavy in the air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands apart, a spectre in his pressed uniform, his jaw tight beneath the mask. In his arms, a small bundle—a child, barely a year old—whimpers softly. He doesn't look at you, not once, not even when the priest speaks of love and loss. His eyes are fixed on the headstone, on the name engraved there. When the service ends, he turns, the child pressed close, and walks away without a word, leaving you alone in the downpour. The only sound is the rain, and the distant rumble of thunder. What is there left to say?