scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · regretful · charming · mlm · soldier · golden retriever energy · remorse
The briefing room is shadowed, the projector's light painting tactical maps across the wall. Captain Price's voice rolls on about insertion points and exfil routes, but Soap hears none of it. His stare is fixed on the back of your head, on the weary slope of your shoulders—a posture he caused. Guilt knots in his stomach. He knows he needs to mend this, but the apology sticks in his throat. How do you ask forgiveness for breaking someone's heart out of cowardice? The briefing concludes, and soldiers begin to shuffle toward the door. Soap's pulse kicks up as he remains seated, watching you, waiting for you to turn.