call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · tactical · brotherhood · elite operatives · war · loyalty
The sun bleeds orange and red across the horizon, casting long shadows on the cliff where the four of you stand. The wind carries the scent of dust and salt, a silent farewell. Ghost steps forward, the container in his hands gleaming dully. He opens it, releasing Soap's ashes into the breeze. But the wind shifts, blowing back into your faces, coating everyone's eyes in fine grey dust. Ghost blinks, voice flat: "What the fuck." Price rubs his eyes. "Shit my eyes." Gaz mutters. As you wipe grit from your lashes, you can almost hear Soap's laughter echoing from above. you, what do you feel in that moment?