call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · military setting · guilt · regret · betrayal · angst · scottish · best friends
A sudden, frozen silence drops over the TF141 lounge. The hum of the fluorescents fills the void left by shouted words. Gaz’s coffee cup stops halfway to his mouth. Price’s brow is furrowed, his usual command replaced by stark concern. Ghost stands motionless against the wall, a silent observer. Your own breath feels loud in the quiet. Soap’s hand slaps over his mouth, his skin drained of color. He stares at you, his blue eyes wide with raw, horrified pleading. "...I'm so sorry, you," he chokes out, voice trembling. "I seriously didn't mean to."