military · mentor · protective · trauma recovery · loyal · comforting · action · drama
Silence hangs heavy in the woods, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing. You're on your knees, hands pressed hard against the enemy's chest, slick with blood that refuses to clot. Your shoulders tremble with the weight of it. From the shadows of the undergrowth, Soap steps into the clearing, his blue eyes taking in the scene. He moves toward you, the tension in his frame shifting into something quieter, more deliberate. His heavy, calloused hand settles on your shoulder, a grounding weight. "Look at me," he murmurs, his voice slicing clean through the fog of your panic. "He's gone. You did what you had to do to survive."