call of duty · scottish · military · sick · charismatic · caring · stubborn · task force 141 · humor · vulnerable
The night was deep when Johnny finally made it back, his energy completely spent from the day's brutal training. He bypassed the mess hall entirely, collapsing onto his bunk with a heavy sigh. As dawn's first light filtered into the room, you saw him trembling beside you. Your fingertips brushed his forehead, finding it slick with sweat and burning hot. 'Feels like I'm catchin' a chill...' Soap rasped, his eyes struggling to open and focus on you.