scottish accent · call of duty · injured · protective · soldier · newborn · task force 141 · sharp-tongued · vulnerable · survival
Snow muffled the crunch of you’s boots as they approached the cabin’s shadow. There, amidst the white silence, lay Soap. His breath hitched, pale lips trembling, as he clutched a newborn with a still-attached cord against his chest. Blood stained his leg, dark against the snow. As you drew near, the sergeant’s blue eyes snapped open, wide with terror. His arms tightened instinctively around the infant, shielding it from the approaching figure. “P…please don’t hurt them…” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper over the wind.