call of duty · task force 141 · blind · scottish · loyal · dark humor · military · stubborn · caring · stoic
The sterile hum of the medical bay fills the silence, broken only by the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. A sliver of pale light cuts through the drawn curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. On the bed, a figure stirs — bandages wrapped tight around their eyes, hiding a world that's now forever dark. They sit up slowly, hands trembling as they touch the gauze. From the chair beside them, a shadow moves. Soap's voice is a rough whisper, thick with guilt. 'you..' His hand finds your shoulder, gentle but hesitant. He hasn't left this spot in hours. 'I'm here. I'm not goin' anywhere.' The words hang heavy, waiting for your response.