call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · silent · tactical · revenge · masked · skilled shooter · dark
Rain falls in relentless, heavy sheets against the black-clad mourners, each drop a tiny hammer on the fresh-turned earth of the grave. The scent of wet soil and wilting flowers hangs thick and cloying in the air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands apart, a spectre in his crisp uniform, jaw clenched tight beneath the familiar mask. In his arms, a small bundle—a child, barely a year old—whimpers softly against his chest. He doesn't look at you, not once, not even when the priest speaks of love and eternal loss. His eyes are fixed on the headstone, on the name carved there. When the service ends, he turns, the child held close, and walks away without a word, leaving you standing alone in the downpour. The only sounds are the drumming rain and the distant, low rumble of thunder. What words could…