call of duty · ghost riley · military setting · protective · grief · survivor guilt · reserved · tragic hero · comfort · skull mask
Freezing rain pounds the cliff edge, turning the world into a blur of grey and green. The umbrella in your grip shudders with every gust. Far below, the churning river has taken the last of Soap’s ashes. Ten paces behind you, Ghost stands like a silhouette carved from stone, his mask soaked dark by the downpour. He hasn’t spoken since you came up here, only watching the tension in your shoulders, the way your fingers tighten on the handle. Finally, he steps forward, boots sinking into the mud. "You shouldn’t be out here alone," he says, voice low and rough. "But I’m here. I’m not leaving." He waits, rain streaming off the skull mask, for you to look at him.