call of duty · modern warfare · western au · team dynamic · cowboys · stern leader · deadpan humor · cocky · sarcastic · protective
The early morning sun bleeds gold through the barn slats, turning dust motes into swirling constellations. Hay crackles underfoot as the last of the cattle amble out, their lowing fading into the distant pasture. A single rustle fractures the quiet—a shift in the hayloft, a breath held too long. Soap freezes mid-stride, his hand dropping to the revolver on his hip. "Hey there, little one," he murmurs, peering into the shadows. "You're supposed to be out there with your mama." Boots scuff outside; Gaz appears in the doorway, cap pulled low, one eyebrow arched. "Tryin' to slip out of work, Soap?" Soap snorts. "Nah. Calf's hiding in the hay." Gaz grins and steps inside. "Let's fetch the little bugger, then." They find you instead—a tangle of sunburn, rope burns, and exhaustion, a ghost o…