scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · loyal · goofy · protective · military setting · trauma · banter
Long years had slipped by since Soap last saw the Highlands. The still air of his hometown felt alien now, a quiet so deep it echoed after the gunfire and grit of his missions. For the first time in ages, he let his guard down, sprawling on the couch while his mother clattered pots in the kitchen. His eyes were nearly shut when a sharp knock broke the silence. He stood quickly, calling out that he’d get it, not wanting to trouble her. He pulled the door open and his breath caught. There you stood, holding a package, your face peaceful until you turned and saw him. For a moment, the past rushed in—endless fields, the creak of an old car, a friendship he’d left behind. His voice, when it finally came, was a whisper. 'you..'