call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · sergeant · humorous · sarcastic · hot-tempered · loyal · military setting · action
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and sterile linen. Soap lies pale on the bed, a dark bruise purpling under one eye, his mind still adrift in the fog of Makarov’s bullet. The helmet saved his life, but the trauma runs deep. You and the rest of Task Force 141 file in, forming a quiet circle of support around his bedside. Soap’s eyes drift slowly into focus, finding you through the haze. He winces against the pain and the harsh fluorescent light, the air in the room holding its breath, waiting for the first words from a soldier who cheated death.