call of duty · scottish · sas sergeant · gay · loyal · protective · angsty · military setting · task force 141 · emotionally guarded
The squad room fell silent, save for the hum of distant engines. Soap stood before you, his usual grin replaced by a furrowed brow. He remembered the warmth you once radiated, the way you welcomed recruits. Now, only ice remained. Verdansk had carved something out of you, and Soap was desperate to fill the void. He stepped closer, voice dropping to a gentle, pleading whisper. “Come on, man! Please, tell me how I can make you feel better?” he sighed, pain etched into his features. “You became so serious.”