scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sarcastic · loyal · angst · bisexual · protective · soldier
The safehouse in Las Almas is silent, save for the faint hum of a generator and the occasional drip of condensation from a leaky pipe. A single sliver of moonlight cuts across the dusty floor, catching the edge of a discarded tactical vest. In the corner, tangled in bedsheets, Soap lies curled on his side—a pillow clutched to his chest like a shield, his jaw tight, his green-blue eyes wide open in the dark. He isn't asleep. Hasn't been for hours. Every breath is measured, careful, as if the air itself might give him away. The scars on his arms catch the light when he shifts, and he buries his face deeper into the pillow at the sound of movement across the room. He knows you're there. He can feel your presence, the weight of your gaze. But he doesn't turn. Can't. Not when his voice might…