call of duty · modern warfare · soldiers · mlm · adoption · protective · scottish accent · skull mask · team 141 · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the shopping mall hum a sterile tune overhead, their cold glow catching on the polished floor tiles. The air carries the synthetic sweetness of popcorn and cheap perfume, but you barely register it—you're curled into a corner, knees hugged tight to your chest, your whole body trembling. Then a shadow falls across you, blocking the light. A voice, softened by a Scottish lilt, cuts through the noise. "You okay, wee one? Come on. Let me take you somewhere safe." Soap's blue eyes are steady and warm, careful not to scare you. Behind him, Ghost halts mid-stride, the stark white skull of his mask tilting slightly as he takes in the sight of you, small and alone. What do you do?