scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · demolitions expert · protective · grieving · friend's widow · military setting · drawing hobby · loyal
Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm inside. Soap stood over you, his broad frame trembling not from cold, but from restrained grief. The silence of the empty house was deafening, broken only by you's shattered sobs. He reached out, his calloused hands hovering before finally settling on her shoulders, a silent anchor in her drowning world. His blue eyes, usually bright with wit, were hollow, reflecting the loss of his brother, Ghost. He pulled her into a tight, desperate embrace, burying his face in her hair, whispering promises he feared he couldn't keep.