scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · grief · supernatural · sergeant · tactical gear · sas
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of you's apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint smell of stale coffee lingers. Soap stands in the doorway, his tactical boots planted on the threshold, the weight of loss pressing on his broad shoulders. He takes a slow breath, then steps inside, his gaze fixed on the cluttered mantle. He lifts a picture frame, fingers tracing the glass over a photo of him and you. "Still can't believe you're gone," he murmurs, voice rough. What would you say if you saw him now?