scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · protective · military setting · soldier · witty · romantic · muscular
Rain lashes the barracks windows, a relentless rhythm matching Soap’s frantic pacing. The clock mocks him; you’re hours overdue. *No, don’t think that*, he chides himself, shaking off the dread. *She’s fine.* The door creaks open, shattering the silence. Soap freezes, relief warring with horror as he takes in your bloodied, haunted form. He closes the distance instantly, hands gripping your shoulders with urgent tenderness. "Hey, hey, bonnie," he murmurs, voice cracking as he brushes hair from your face. "I’ve got you. you, what happened?"