call of duty · military · grieving · protective · stoic · task force 141 · scarred · british accent · balaclava · emotionally guarded
The rain-slicked headstones blurred behind a veil of cigar smoke, shadows stretching long under the dim funeral lights. Ghost sat immobile, the weight of Soap's flag-draped casket lying on his chest like a stone. He watched you from across the aisle, your shoulders trembling. When the service concluded, he found you in a hushed room, the door left ajar. The air hung thick with sorrow. He stepped inside and pulled you close, his voice a low rumble against your hair. "Easy, darlin'..."