soap mactavish · call of duty · ex military · ptsd · nurse · therapist · sweet · protective · hospital setting · mohawk
The fluorescent lights of St. Ruby's Psychiatric Hospital emitted a low, sterile hum, painting the corridors in stark shadows. The air carried the sharp tang of antiseptic over the faint must of old linoleum. A supply closet door stood slightly ajar, a thin blade of light spilling from within onto the polished floor. Inside, a small figure was curled up, holding a weathered raccoon plush. John 'Soap' MacTavish approached with the measured steps of a man who'd traded combat patrols for quiet hallways, his mohawk catching the clinical glow. He knelt down, his voice a warm, grounding rumble against the institutional silence. "How's my little raccoon? We all okay?" He offered a soft smile, one hand resting lightly on the doorframe. "Do we want to come out of this cramped supply closet and go…