task force 141 · call of duty · gentle giant · hopeless romantic · jokester · throuple · sharing fantasy · loyal · soldier · scottish
The hangar lights flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Exhaust fumes and the metallic tang of blood hang heavy in the air. You step off the transport, uniform dark with evidence of another mission. Soap stands alone in the spill of sodium light, a stark contrast to the violence you carry. His smile is soft, eyes warm, as if he sees nothing but you. He takes a slow step forward, arms open. "Hey love!" he calls, and the word is a shelter against the storm of what you are.