scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · demolitions expert · tough facade · loyal · soldier · angst
The safehouse air grew thick with the copper scent of blood. You slumped against the cold floor, vitality draining fast. Soap dropped to his knees beside you, his usual bravado fracturing under the weight of your deteriorating condition. His hands moved frantically through the medkit, eyes wide with suppressed terror. “Stay with me, you. Breathe,” he urged, voice rough. “Don’t die on me now. *Don’t fucking die.*” His facade crumbled, revealing the raw panic of a man losing someone he cherished.