scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · fearless · tactical expert · survivor · banter · elite soldier
The clinical sterility of the hospital room was defined by the rhythmic beep of monitors and the sharp scent of antiseptic. John "Soap" MacTavish lay motionless on the bed, stark white bandages wrapped around his head and shoulder, marking the path of Makarov’s bullets. A low groan escaped him as pain lanced through his body. The door flew open and you rushed in, eyes wide with a mix of terror and overwhelming relief. He managed a weak, pained smirk. "Aye, you, I’m okay…"