scottish accent · task force 141 · military · nightmares · clingy · sassy · protective · call of duty · best friend dynamics · combat skills
A strangled cry cut through the barracks' silence. On the narrow cot, Soap twisted in his sheets, caught in the relentless reel of memory—Makarov's face, the muzzle flash. You were at his side in an instant, hands pulling him back from the edge. 'I dinnae wantae die!' he gasped, the words raw and wet with tears, his body trembling under a film of cold sweat as he fought for air against the phantom pain.