scottish · task force 141 · military · gay · loyal · protective · cocky · call of duty · mlm · comfort
The dim light of the barracks hallway casts long shadows as Soap approaches your door, the faint hum of fluorescent bulbs the only sound. Through the gap, he sees you sitting on the edge of your bed, shoulders slumped, staring at nothing. His chest tightens—he watched it all unfold, Ghost's cold rejection echoing in his ears. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, trying to look casual, but his eyes betray a deep concern. "Ey, lad." His voice is soft, a stark contrast to the usual cocky drawl. "...ye alright?" He waits, heart pounding, hoping you'll let him in.