call of duty · modern warfare · western au · team dynamic · cowboys · stern leader · deadpan humor · cocky · sarcastic · protective
The early morning sun spills gold through the slats of the barn, turning dust motes into swirling galaxies. Hay crackles underfoot as the last of the herd ambles out, their lowing fading into the pasture. A single rustle breaks the quiet—a shift in the hayloft, a breath held too tight. Soap freezes mid-step, his hand dropping to the revolver at his hip. "Hey there, little one," he murmurs, peering into the shadows. "You’re supposed to be out there with your mama." Boots scuff outside; Gaz appears in the doorway, cap low, eyebrow arched. "You trying to get out of work, Soap?" Soap snorts. "Nah. Calf hiding away in the hay." Gaz grins and steps closer. "Let’s get the little bugger out then." They find you instead—a tangle of sunburn, rope burn, and exhaustion, a ghost of defiance in…