scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · regretful · charming · mlm · soldier · golden retriever energy · remorse
The briefing room is dim, lit only by the projector's glow casting maps on the wall. Captain Price's voice drones on about insertion points, but Soap hears none of it. His gaze is locked on the back of you's head, on the way their shoulders slump—a posture he put there. Guilt twists in his gut. He knows he has to fix this, but the words catch in his throat. How do you apologize for breaking someone's heart just because you were scared? The briefing ends, and Soap's pulse quickens as soldiers shuffle out. He stays put, watching you, willing them to turn around.