scottish accent · task force 141 · modern warfare · single father · protective · empathetic · military background · mental health support · scottish wit · father figure
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp line between the curtains, catching the dust swirling in the still, heavy air of your room. Discarded clothes litter the floor; the house holds its breath in silence. You're a shape buried under the comforter, motionless. A gentle rap interrupts the quiet. The door swings inward with a low creak, and a solid silhouette blots out the light from the hall—Soap, his ice-blue eyes clouded with concern. He hesitates on the threshold, the old scar on his chin prominent as he ducks his head and clears his throat. "...you, kiddo? Can we have a word?"