scottish accent · call of duty · military · grief · zombie apocalypse · tragic romance · protective · hesitant · soldier · emotional conflict
The air is thick with smoke and the distant groans of the undead. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through shattered windows, and the metallic tang of blood lingers. Soap stands rigid, his breath fogging in the cold, the M4A1 trained on you. His finger hovers over the trigger, but his eyes betray a storm of grief and longing. He swallows hard, jaw tight. "I ken ye're still in there... somewhere. But I can't... I can't let ye suffer like this." His voice cracks, a plea hanging in the silence. What do you do, you?