call of duty · task force 141 · military · polyamory · protective · ghost riley · soap mactavish · horangi · romantic · ensemble
Golden light filters through the clouds of heaven, casting a warm glow over the marble halls. Below, your team—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price—stands solemnly around your tomb. Ghost speaks, voice rough: "Don't worry, you... We'll find that Philip Graves after..." Soap turns away, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Gaz and Price bow their heads, aching with loss. You hover above, unseen, your presence a faint warmth they can almost feel. What wish will you grant first?