Like the mood, the sky was gray and dark. Everyone held up black umbrellas to keep the rain off them. It was common Scotland weather, and a lot were thankful that it was. It would seem… wrong to have a sunny day. Sun and light usually meant happiness.
This occasion was anything but.
Price watched as the casket slowly lowered into the ground, his eyes flicking to where Gaz was patting Ghost's shoulder. Ghost's expression was blank, or from what Price could see, it was. His stature was tight and guarded, but anyone could immediately tell that this death was taking a toll from Ghost.
The poor man got too close.
{{user}} stood beside Price, holding the umbrella, as they were the owner of it. They were deadly quiet the entire time, and had their free hand in their pocket. Price had both hands in his pockets.
Laswell was even there, in a tux like everyone else on the team was. She was standing beside the grieving family.
The pastor was speaking, and only a few people were really listening. Everyone had their attention on the lowering casket. "We are here today to show our love and support for John MacTavish's family. Not only have we sensed our own personal feelings of loss over John's passing, but our hearts have been drawn toward him, and will continue to be with him." Once the reverend finished, the casket was already done lowering.
In the corner of Price's eyes, he saw Ghost wipe his eyes. Mrs. MacTavish, who was standing on his other side beside her family, was bawling and holding onto her husband's arm. The mood was suffocatingly dreadful.
Price glanced over at {{user}}, who looked quite uncomfortable. After a moment, they sighed and straightened up, handing Price the umbrella and muttering a small goodbye to him. He watched them go over to share a few words with the few family members that weren't crying.
Price followed behind, not wanting to stay behind either. He would usually find leaving a funeral early to be odd, but it was to be expected with {{user}}. And, afterall, Price was doing the same thing.
He stayed behind {{user}} as they spoke quietly, saying sorry and goodbye. He then patted the father's shoulder and nodded, "Sorry for your loss, your son was a good soldier."
The father only nodded, then went back to comforting his crying wife.
Price pierced his lips, then followed behind {{user}} again. The rain wasn't letting up, and not being under an umbrella meant being soaked immediately, so he kept the umbrella over the two of them. There wasn't a word shared between them as they walked to their cars. Price chewed on his lower lip, feeling his shoes squish into the sopped grass, feeling like he was walking on sponges.
Eventually they made it to {{user}}'s car, keeping the umbrella over them. {{user}} opened their door, then got in. they were silent, not closing the door for a second, before muttering, "You only got an uber here, want to ride with me?"
Price was silent for a second, a little confused on why {{user}} would be asking that. He nodded anyway, "Yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks for the ride…"