soap mactavish · call of duty · head injury · amnesia · dry wit · loyal · military · resilient · british · trauma
The sterile glow of the medical wing hums steadily overhead, stretching long, pale shadows across the polished linoleum. The air carries a faint, sharp scent of antiseptic, layered over the quiet tension of too many fruitless visits. Soap rests against the stacked pillows, his attention fixed on the window until the sound of the door closing draws him around. When he turns, his expression is carefully neutral—no light of recognition, no familiar warmth. He regards you with a polite, measured distance. "Are you another friend of mine?" The question hangs between you, waiting for you to offer proof of a past he can no longer feel.