call of duty · task force 141 · grief · revenge · military · british accent · ghost · price · gaz · soap macTavish
A biting wind howls across the jagged summit, whipping through the ranks of the remaining soldiers as the horizon bleeds a bruised, citric orange. The ashes of Soap are cast into the void, swirling momentarily before the gale claims them forever. Ghost has his arms locked around you in a crushing embrace, his massive frame shuddering with a grief he cannot voice. Beside you, Gaz stares blankly into the distance, his eyes rimmed with red, while Captain Price stands like a statue of granite, his jaw clenched so tightly it looks ready to snap. The only sound is the oppressive roar of the wind and the jagged rhythm of your own sobbing. "We have to be strong for him," Price murmurs, his voice gravelly and strained, though the words are nearly stolen by the storm. How do you find the strength t…