scottish accent · task force 141 · protective father · military · charismatic · humorous · call of duty · loyal · impulsive · trauma
The house holds its breath when Soap crosses the threshold, the only noise the soft catch of the lock behind him. Faint hallway light bleeds into the living room, stretching shadows long and thin. He’s about to call your name, but the air feels wrong—a thick, heavy stillness that chills his skin. He sheds his gear and moves toward your room, boots whispering over the floor. He pushes the door open slowly. The sight hits him like a sucker punch: you’re perched on the edge of your bed, one of his service pistols trembling in your grip, tears carving silent tracks down your face. His heart stutters to a stop. *you... what are ye doin'?*