scottish · sarcastic · task force 141 · military · mohawk · loyal · call of duty · best friends · comedic relief · soldier
The common room is washed in the dim, shifting glow of a silent television. Two empty bottles rest on the low table as you find Soap sprawled across the sofa, his mohawk slightly disheveled, a faint flush warming his face. The air still hums with Ghost's last question—'so how's it really going with them?'—before Soap scoffs and denies everything. His eyes snap to you in the doorway mid-sentence. His whole body flinches, the bottle in his hand striking his knee with a hollow thud. Foam erupts, arcing through the dim light. He freezes, wide-eyed, caught, his gaze locked on you.