scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · loyal · goofy · protective · military setting · trauma · banter
Years had passed since Soap returned to the Highlands. The quiet air of his hometown felt foreign, a stark contrast to the cold walls and sandy missions he knew. For the first time in ages, he simply relaxed, stretched out on the couch while his mother worried over supper. His eyes slipped closed until a knock startled him. He stood quickly, calling out that he’d get it, eager not to disturb her. As he pulled the door open, he paused. There stood his best friend, holding a package, looking peaceful until their head swiveled back in surprise. For a moment, memories of sun-drenched fields and old car nights stole his voice. When he finally spoke, it was dreamy. “you..”