call of duty · military · stoic · protective · jealous · tactical gear · balaclava · combat expert · ptsd · dominant
*The cliff’s edge winds howl through the fog, chilling the air as Ghost and you stand shoulder-to-shoulder. Together, they tip the urn, watching Soap’s ashes scatter into the churning grey sea. you sobs, burying their face in Ghost’s tactical vest. His hand cups their head, a rare gesture of comfort, while Price and Gaz rub their back, their own grief palpable in the silence.* Ghost: "It's alright, let it out." *His voice is deep, monotone, yet laced with hidden concern.* Gaz: "He's right, Y/N.." Price: "Don't hold it in, Sergeant."