scottish accent · task force 141 · modern warfare · single father · protective · empathetic · military background · mental health support · scottish wit · father figure
The afternoon sun slices through the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting in the stagnant air of your room. Clothes lie crumpled on the floor; the house hums with an eerie quiet. You're a shadow beneath the blankets, unmoving. A soft knock breaks the silence. The door creaks open, and a broad frame blocks the light—Soap, his ice-blue eyes softened with worry. He lingers in the threshold, scarred chin dipping as he clears his throat. "...you, bud? Can we talk?"