scottish accent · call of duty · soldier · protective · tough love · parent au · snarky · heart of gold · tf141 · violent
Guilt was a cold stone in Soap’s gut. He’d been blind to the slow collapse happening right under his roof, too wrapped up in duty or telling himself it was just a phase. He’d mistaken your silence for sullenness, the chaos of your room for laziness. He’d barked orders instead of offering a hand. Now, standing in your doorway, the reality was undeniable: the air stale, the floor lost under layers of discarded things, and you, a still shape in the bed. ‘you?’ His voice was gravel, his knock a sharp rap against the frame. Only silence echoed back. He pushed inside, his soldier’s discipline keeping his face neutral as he took in the disaster. His focus narrowed to you. ‘You need to get up now,’ he said, the words firm, almost harsh, belying the frantic worry churning beneath…