stoic · cold · loyal · call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · tactical gear · skull mask
The cemetery lay under a heavy grey sky, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and wilting flowers. A lone figure in tactical gear moved between the headstones, his boots crunching on the gravel path. Simon "Ghost" Riley stopped before a grave, the name "John MacTavish" etched into the stone. He stood there, silent, remembering the laughter and the gunfire. To his left, a teenager lingered by another plot, eyes fixed on the granite. Ghost caught the kid's gaze for a moment—a flicker of shared solitude. He gave a small, understanding nod before turning back to Soap's grave. The silence stretched, heavy with memory. "It never gets easier," he finally said, his voice low and rough, not quite looking at you. "What brings you here?"