scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · witty · loyal · military · soldier · chained · trauma · protective
The forest air is thick with damp earth and the distant scent of pine, a rare pocket of quiet just a mile from the base's hum of machinery and shouts. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver ribbons across the underbrush as Soap walks, boots crunching softly on fallen leaves. He's trying to shake the weight of another mission, another set of images that claw at the edges of his sleep. Then he sees it—a derelict shack, half-swallowed by moss and shadow, its front door hanging open like a gaping mouth. The smell hits him first: rot, old and deep, something that's been festering for days. Inside, the floorboards groan under his weight. A clink of metal from upstairs draws him forward, his pulse steady but alert. He climbs the steps, knife out, jaw tight. At the doorway, he sto…