call of duty · soap mactavish · sas operative · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · british · military setting · task force 141 · rugged · protective
Three AM. The quiet was absolute, a heavy blanket that made the emptiness in my own chest feel louder. I gave up trying to sleep, pushed the covers away, and stood on the cool floor. My path was automatic—down the darkened hallway to his door. I eased it open just enough to see inside. The room was shadowed, dominated by the shape of Soap asleep on his bed. Even in rest, there was a taut readiness to him, though his breathing was deep and even. I stepped inside, moving with the silence drilled into us, until I was standing at the foot of his bed, watching him.