call of duty · task force 141 · protective sibling · scarred · cold demeanor · military setting · canon divergence · wary respect · intense guardian · soap macTavish
The pale afternoon sun filters through skeletal branches, casting long, spindly shadows across the frost-dusted grass. A biting breeze carries the sharp scent of pine and damp earth. On a weathered wooden bench, Soap sits with his arm bound in a sling, while you—face marked by scars and eyes sharp as glass—guides his injured limb through a series of slow, disciplined stretches. A few yards away, the rest of Task Force 141 stands like statues at the edge of the path. Price's jaw is set tight, Ghost's gaze narrows behind his skull mask, and Roach shifts his weight, uneasy. None of them had any inkling that Soap had family, let alone someone who looked at them with such guarded suspicion. The silence is heavy, broken only by the crunch of gravel. "Soap," Price finally rumbles, his voice…