Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

Alone

Alone

He stands a shadow in the twilight glow,
Three faces carved from battles long ago,
The past and present meld in one form's grace,
A spectral figure lost in time and space.

With four arms reaching, like the weight of years,
One bears Soap's mark, a tribute carved in tears.
Captain Price's keffiyeh drapes him still,
A memory that warms the coldest kill.

Farah's bandana clings against his side,
A warrior's pride that never fades nor dies.
And Gaz's cap, it sways with every breath,
A whisper of the living, though embraced by death.

He wears them all, the echoes of his team,
But in the silence, it's himself he redeems.
For he is Task Force 141, the beating heart,
Yet here he stands, alone, worlds torn apart.

Three heads, one body, many lives in one,
From Modern Warfare's rise to setting sun.
But beneath the masks and fragments of the past,
He walks alone, the die long since been cast.

Though burdened with the weight of those who've gone,
He fights their wars, though the battles rage on.
For Ghost remains, a legend not yet flown,
In this war-torn world, forever alone.