Fighter (Simon Ghost Riley!)

The Drawing

She was still numb, she felt empty. It had been a week since Price had arrived back.

A week since soap had died.

It had passed her in a monotonous blur, the days merged together, blending as one in a shade of grey. Life continued around her at its usual rapid pace and she was frozen in time

her smart military uniform provided her little warm against the bitter welsh wind, ghost stood next to her, even under the mask she could tell his jaw was tight, she could almost hear him grinding his teeth, Roach had returned to base as soon as he'd found out about soap, sporting a comfy sling that didn't entirely match his uniform. Price stood stoically at the end of the line, his gaze fixed on the flag being lowered.

He had been the one to tell soaps parents, he'd been the one to hears his mother's screams as she faced the remainder of her life without her only son, he'd been the one to face Soaps sister, she had come flying down the stairs at the sound of her mother's cry's, her own choked sobs as she pounded on prices chest with shaking fists, he'd witnessed his fathers vein attempts to console the pair, his arms pulling them both tightly to his chest, hoping to fix their broken hearts. He couldn't begin to imagine how it felt to lose a child. He viewed soap as his son but soap wasn't his son. He had his own mother and father who now didn't have their son.

They watched shepherd, some American general who had stuck his nose in after their botched mission. He watched as the flag reached the half way point.

Adders jaw clenched as she watched it gently blow in the wind. Shepard stepped forward in front of the large group of soldiers at the camp all of which she didn't recognize. All strangers except her and the three remaining members of her team.

"There's a lot that can be said about captain John mctavish... but I don't think any of us will be able to put it in to words." He began speaking loudly grabbing everyone's attention. Adder couldn't understand why it wasn't Price up there the older captain should have been giving this speech rather than some general who didn't know soap from any of the rest of them.

"He was a remarkable captain to those he was in charge of... he was a great man to the forces... and he was an even better friend" he continued, ghost dropped his head slightly looking at the floor, a heavy sigh leaving his lips at the generals statement. Ghost new better than anyone, especially some stuck up general, that soap was better than a good man, he always went out of his way to ensure everyone was happy, if they weren't you best believe he'd do everything in his power to try and make them happy. He was stern but fair.

"But I don't think he would want us to be sad... that was the Scottish man I knew... he would want us to find Zachaev and make him pay!" He spoke his words getting louder at the end, adders eyebrows pulled together slight, exchanging a quick glance with Ghost. The whole teams ears seemed to perk at his statue to, especially since the general didn't know the late captain personally.

"That is why... I will be now leading the mission to avenge captain mctavish ! We cannot and we will not let these bastards think they have won!" The soldiers erupted in cheers except the team, they exchanged confused looks, each member having their own doubts regarding the strange American general and his intentions.

"Task force 141 will lead the way for their fallen captain."He finished a slight smirk on his face. The strange soldiers continued cheering for soap, price marched over to shepherd, his hands balled into fists at his side. The anger coursed through him like a dream train with no breaks, his sight set on shepherd.

"What the fucking hell are you playing at?" Price questioned as he grabbed Shepherd by his collar tightly, his knuckles turning white as he shook the general. Addy, ghost and roach rushed over in a bid to stop their captain doing something stupid to a superior officer.