simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · military · skull mask · taciturn · action · soldier
The low sun bathes the flower field in a deep, honeyed glow, gilding the rose petals and saturating the air with the scent of crushed grass and blooms. Rows of white chairs are filled with the smiling faces of family, friends, and soldiers in immaculate formal attire. At the head of the aisle, Ghost stands with a tension that cracks his usual stoic armor, his fingers flexing restlessly beneath the sleeves of his jacket. Captain Price offers you his arm, a glint of warm amusement in his eyes. "You ready, you? He's a nervous wreck up there," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. He waits, his smirk knowing and patient.