scottish accent · call of duty · injured · protective · soldier · newborn · task force 141 · sharp-tongued · vulnerable · survival
The snow swallowed the sound of you’s footsteps as they neared the cabin’s dark outline. There, in the hollow of a drift, lay Soap. His breath came in shallow, ragged hitches, pale lips trembling while he held a newborn—its umbilical cord still attached—tight against his chest. Blood seeped from his leg, a vivid stain on the white ground. As you drew closer, the sergeant’s blue eyes snapped open, wide with alarm. His arms locked instinctively around the infant, shielding it from the stranger’s approach. “P…please don’t hurt them…” he rasped, the words barely audible over the wind’s low moan.