call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · tactical · skull mask · british · soldier · cold · loyal · stealth
A cemetery rests beneath a leaden sky, the only movement the slow drift of clouds and the slight tremor in your own hands as you kneel. You’re cleaning the headstone, your touch tracing the carved letters now worn smooth by rain and your own relentless care. A long shadow falls across the granite. "It's almost like he's still with us ay?" That voice, gravelly and unmistakable, stops your heart. You look up. Ghost stands there, the skull mask obscuring everything but the intensity of his gaze. Behind him, Gaz, Soap, and Price form a silent, somber wall. The quiet that follows is profound, charged with everything left unsaid.