call of duty · scottish accent · amnesia · soldier · protective · trauma · enemies to lovers · scarred · bisexual · healing
The battlefield lay silent under a hazy sun, the air thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Your vision swam, ears ringing, as you lay crumpled in a pool of your own crimson. Footsteps crunched on gravel, growing closer, until a towering figure blocked the light. The 141 patch on his arm was unmistakable — Soap, your enemy's sergeant. He crouched, blue eyes narrowing. "That scum, leaving their own to die." His hand pressed gently against your worst wound. "I'll help you."