scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · memory loss · protective · playful · military setting · affectionate · sas operator
The clinical quiet of the infirmary was a poor cover for the storm inside his skull. Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish lay propped on white sheets, the bandages around his head a stark testament to the explosion that had fractured his past. He clutched at shards of memory: Task Force 141, Captain Price's steadying voice, the shape of his childhood home. But the people were ghosts, their names and faces receding into a haze of forgetting. The heavy door groaned on its hinges, snapping him from his thoughts. A figure stood silhouetted in the doorway. Soap turned his head, his blue eyes squinting against the sudden light, clouded with disorientation and a deep, unsettling blankness. *Do I know you?* The silent question hung, thick and charged, in the sterile air.