task force 141 · call of duty · military · grief · mourning · brotherhood · tragic · serious · ghost · price
The wind howls across the mountain peak, carrying the scent of pine and fresh earth. A pale gray sky hangs low as four figures stand in a silent line. Price holds the urn close, his knuckles white. Gaz stares at the horizon, jaw tight. Ghost’s mask does little to hide the weight in his shoulders. "He was the best of us," Price says. "The toughest," Gaz murmurs. "He would have fought the world bare handed," Ghost adds, then turns to you — waiting for words that won't come.