I originally wanted to write this as taking place over the course of the entire raid, but it depressed me too much. Also, writing second person POV gets tiresome quick.
The idea for Wish 15 came to me after going through the Risk/Reward mission with my Hunter friend who was fresh off playing Forsaken. Cayde’s death hurts everyone, but that shit hits different for Hunter mains. Watching his reaction to Ghost talking about Cayde when you find his stash is what inspired this story.
I don’t feel like Wish 15 exists, but if it did, I think it’d be cool if it was something like this.
You’re alone when you find the room. The raid commander tells you to split up and spread out, and it’s just your luck that you find it first, jumping and climbing and crouching until you find the room. You stare at the massive panel of buttons, five across and four down. Something holds you back from calling it in.
Experimentally, you step forward and press one. The button lights up with a symbol. You’ve seen it somewhere before.
You’re almost there. Keep climbing.
You’re in the decrepit hideout in the Cosmodrome. On the dusty table littered with curry-red coupons is your prize: arc conductors, civilized weapons tech from a more civilized age. Just his taste.
You glance up. There’s a framed picture of Colonel. You take it off the wall.
You don’t know why, but you turn it over.
I wonder how much of his secrecy was for safety, and how much was for fun?
On your orders, your Ghost pulls up the scan. Distantly, your raid team chatters on comms. They have eyes on Kalli, the tech-witch. Taken, just as you’d all known and feared. Your commander lays out the plan of attack.
You only have a couple of minutes before they notice you’re gone.
Press the red button.
They’re ALL red!
Then press ALL of them!
When you’re done, you step on the plate in the middle of the room. Everything goes white.
Your raid leader is calling your name. The team has no idea where you’ve gotten off to. You blink the light out of your eyes. Somehow, you’re back where your team transmatted down in the first place.
“Did it work? This thing on? Hellooo…” The voice in your ear makes you jump. Again when it whoops with joy. “IT WORKED!”
His laugh rings clear like bells in your head. It’s a laugh you knew you’d never hear again. He doesn’t sound like he did when you found him—with that gaping hole in his chest. It’s like he could be standing right next to you, talking right in your ear. Your radar’s empty.
“Oh. Okay. You don’t really get it yet, do ya? I’m back, baby! Cayde-6 tags along for one last adventure with his favorite Guardian!”
You’ve stopped breathing.
“Just, uh. Don’t tell the Vanguard, huh? Raid regulations only permit six-man fireteams, so…”
Your Ghost asks you if everything is alright. You don’t answer him.
He chuckles. “Speechless. Typical. Never change, Guardian.”
You know it’s really him because he can’t stand even a second of silence between you.
“So let me get this straight: you could have wished for anything in the world, and you wished for me?”
You could scream. Who wouldn’t have wished for him?
“I mean, hey, I’m flattered. Just. Y’know. Last time we went to prison, it didn’t turn out so great for one of us, know what I mean?”
You have to stop for a moment. Your Ghost notices. Cayde notices too.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey! Don’t get all sappy on me now, kid. You’ve got a job to do. Keep moving, alright?”
“I’m serious, Guardian. Fireteam’s waiting. Those crazy tech-witches are counting on ya.”
“I came back to see you, Guardian. Be with you. Watch you work! Catch some of the Light coming off you. And now you can’t take even one more step forward?”
You just can’t.
“You have me for one last adventure. Isn’t that what you want? Or is it something else? Guns? Glory? Something simpler than that, maybe—just a good story?”
He sighs, exasperated. “I mean—this is it, partner. This is all I got left.”
When Cayde speaks again, his voice is gentle.
“Look. Today’s not gonna end like it did in the Prison of Elders, okay?”
“We’re finishing this. Together.”
You take one step forward, then another.
“Everything’s gotta end, Guardian. This place, for instance. Seems like paradise, right?”
Each step you take is easier than the last.
“But hey, even paradise is a prison…”
You’ve already lost him once. Maybe it won’t be as hard the second time.
“…If you can never leave.”