call of duty · scottish accent · android · protective · soldier · snarky · heart of gold · romantic · violent · task force 141
The sterile workshop hums with the low thrum of servers, lit by the cold glow of monitors reflecting off Soap’s tear-streaked face. He stares at the android replica of you, its aluminum eyes flickering online. 'Systems running on 73% power,' the machine intones, voice devoid of the warmth Soap craves. Another failure. The grief snaps; Soap screams, hurling equipment against the walls in a violent outburst of despair. 'Why can't I bring you back!... I just want to bring you back..' he whispers, collapsing under the weight of his loss.