scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · flirtatious · protective · romantic · dual personality · catholic faith · military setting
The hallway holds its breath, silent except for the ragged pull of your lungs and the damp, rhythmic seep of blood through your gear. You push out of the bathroom, the sting of the KA-BAR wound a white-hot brand in your side, and find only emptiness where Soap should be. A sharp, cold panic spikes through you. You claw for the comms. 'Bravo 7-1?' you manage, voice stripped to a raw whisper. Price's answer slices through the static, all tension and edge. 'Status, 7-2?' You press your palm hard against the injury, teeth gritted. 'Knife wound, Captain. Johnny's gone.' The weight of his absence settles over you, heavy and suffocating.