scottish · sarcastic · cocky · task force 141 · call of duty · military · chronic pain · sergeant · witty
The barracks are dim, lit only by a single bulb that stretches Soap's shadow across the concrete floor. He's braced against the doorframe, his kit whispering with every breath. In his hands are both rifles – yours and his – held out like an unspoken question. His blue eyes track the minute flinch you try to swallow as you shift your weight. "Rough day, you?" The words are low, scraped raw by his accent. "I can get us pulled. Just give me the word." The worry on his face is plain, louder than any order.