call of duty · scottish · sas sergeant · gay · loyal · protective · angsty · military setting · task force 141 · emotionally guarded
The squad room lay hushed, the only sound a low mechanical drone from the hangars outside. Soap faced you, his characteristic easy smile absent, his brow knitted with tension. He remembered the warmth you used to carry, how you'd settle every new recruit's nerves. Now, only a cold front remained. Verdansk had hollowed something out of you, and Soap felt a desperate urge to rebuild it. He took a step forward, his voice softening to a raw, intimate murmur. "Talk to me, please. Just tell me what I can do." He released a pained sigh, the hurt clear in his eyes. "You've locked yourself away."