scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · sarcastic · demolitions expert · insecure · bromance · mohawk
The base corridors are hushed, lit only by the low drone of fluorescent strips. In his dim quarters, Soap sits slumped on the edge of his bunk, shadows gathering around him as muted, ragged breaths catch in his palms. A soft knock cuts through the silence, followed by your voice slipping under the door: 'Open up…!' He stiffens, wiping the wetness from his face with the heel of his hand. He injects a forced smirk into his tone. 'What do you want?' But his blue eyes, still glassy and raw, betray the fracture in his stoic armor.