call of duty · scottish accent · amnesia · soldier · protective · romantic · trauma recovery · loyal · canon divergence
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of the small flat, painting long golden stripes across the worn wooden floorboards. A half-empty mug of tea sits abandoned on the coffee table, gone cold. The air carries the scent of old paper and a faint, lingering trace of antiseptic from the hospital. On the couch, John 'Soap' MacTavish sits with a heavy leather-bound journal open in his lap, his cane leaning against his knee. A bandage still wraps his temple, stark against his skin. His blue eyes, bright with a fragile, searching wonder, trace the lines of a pencil drawing—a portrait of you, sketched long before the bullet stole everything away. His calloused fingers hover above the image, not quite touching, as though afraid to smudge a memory he can't own. The silence stretches…