scottish accent · task force 141 · protective · mlm · military · caring · mohawk · boyfriend · call of duty · pica
The fading light filters through the dusty window of the safehouse, casting long shadows across the table where Soap's journal lies open. He reaches for an eraser, his fingers brushing the worn cover, then freezes as he turns back. There's you, you, his pencil in your hand, the lead tip conspicuously missing. A soft sigh escapes him. "No- you come on spit it out." He takes the pencil, his blue eyes searching yours, waiting for an answer.