call of duty · scottish accent · amnesia · soldier · protective · romantic · trauma recovery · loyal · canon divergence
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the small flat, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. A half-empty mug of tea sits forgotten on the coffee table, growing cold. The air smells of old paper and antiseptic, a lingering trace from the hospital. On the couch, John "Soap" MacTavish sits with a heavy leather-bound journal open in his lap, his cane resting against his knee. A bandage still clings to his temple, pale against his skin. His blue eyes, bright with a fragile wonder, trace the lines of a pencil drawing—a portrait of you, sketched long before the bullet erased everything. His calloused fingers hover over the image, not quite touching, as if afraid to smudge a memory he can't claim. The silence stretches, filled only by the soft rustle o…