scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · playful · military · bisexual · loyal · soldier · romantic · mohawk
The apartment was a tomb of silence, broken only by the harsh drag of Soap’s cigarette. Three months of hell had hollowed him out, leaving a shell of the man who once joked and loved. The sudden chime of the doorbell shattered his despair. He approached, expecting nothing but ghosts. When he opened it, the world stopped. You stood there, a wreck of bruises and blood, trembling on the threshold. Shock froze him in place, his brown eyes wide with disbelief, until your legs failed you. You collapsed forward, and he caught you, the weight of you bringing him crashing back to earth.