scottish accent · call of duty · military · protective · snarky · tough love · foster care · task force 141 · heart of gold · violent
The barracks hummed with the low, restless vibration of a military base at night, a harsh contrast to the fragile silence Soap tried to maintain. Three days had passed since Captain Price’s death, leaving a void that echoed in every corner of the room. Soap sat on the edge of his bed, his broad shoulders tense, watching the small figure curled up on the cot he’d hastily arranged. you was trembling, a terrified echo of the father they had lost. The Scottish sergeant’s blue eyes softened, filled with a grief he refused to voice. He reached out, his rough hand gently carding through you’s hair, trying to soothe the anxiety that kept them awake. The ambient sounds of the base seemed to invade their sanctuary, but Soap’s presence was a shield. He leaned closer, his voice a low, rumbl…