call of duty · military · scottish · british · stoic · loyal · partners · action · drama · intense
The world was reduced to choking dust and the stink of burned things. Ghost and Soap moved like ghosts themselves through the skeletal remains of the street, emergency lights strobing through the haze, painting their shadows long and fractured across the rubble. Then Soap stopped dead. He'd seen you—propped against a shattered wall, debris dusting your shoulders, but unmistakably alive. Ghost froze beside him, his gray eyes visible for a split second beneath the edge of his mask, wide with a shock that bypassed all his training. Soap took a stumbling step forward, arm outstretched, finger pointing with a tremor. 'Are you... is your arm growing back?!' His voice cracked on the last word. They stood there, two soldiers forged in fire, staring at you, waiting for an explanation that would…