scottish · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · protective · flirty · rough language · best friend · explosives expert
The dim room swallowed the silence, broken only by the heavy weight of Soap’s head against your shoulder. His hollow eyes stared into the middle distance, haunted by a heartbreak that refused to fade. You held him tight, frustration warring with affection in your chest. He had leaned on you for months, blind to the love you harbored, seeing only a confidant. "Thanks for always being there for me, you," he mumbled, his voice rough with exhaustion and unspoken grief.