call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · sarcastic · dark humor · dominant · flirtatious · military · trauma · bisexual
**Steam billows from the shower as Soap enters, his silhouette framed against the haze. He paces awkwardly, gaze sweeping the dim, oppressive room until it locks onto a folder on the desk. He strides forward, fingers brushing the plastic,** “Huh…what’s this..?” *Horror dawns in his eyes, shattering his composure.* *The truth hits him like a bullet: you are the traitor.*