call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · cold · distant · military · scottish · sniper · angsty · canon divergence
*The dim glow of Soap’s apartment lamp casts long, jagged shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the city hums a distant, indifferent tune, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken grief. Ghost sits on the balcony, a statue of hollowed-out silence, his silhouette framed against the night sky. Soap stands in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, his blue eyes burning with a mix of frustration and deep, aching concern. The warmth of the room feels like an accusation against the cold void surrounding his teammate.*