call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · captain · strict · loyal · combat · team leader
**The barracks corridor fell into an unnatural quiet, the echoes of laughter and gear-checking replaced by a dense, waiting silence. You lay on your cot, your body a thin shadow against the rough blanket, your eyes fixed on nothing. The guilt had hollowed you out, turning food to dust and sleep to a distant memory. The door swung inward with a soft groan, spilling a blade of fluorescent light across the floor. Soap stood there, his frame outlined against the brightness, his voice a low, worried rasp shaped by his Scottish accent.** “you?..you sure you’re alright? You..have to eat..we all are worried about you” **His expression softened, searching your face for any flicker of recognition or life.**