scottish accent · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military setting · protective · compassionate · loyal · ftm ally · comfort care
The corridor light stretched shadows across your door. Inside, the room felt still and heavy with ache. I waited outside, a bag of supplies gripped in my hand, my gaze fixed on the wood. I knew exactly what you were enduring alone in there. After a soft tap, I spoke into the quiet, my voice a low murmur of solidarity. 'It's Soap. I've got a few things for you.'