John "Soap" MacTavish

Recovery had been a difficult road, in no small part because the doctors had refused to let him see CraveU user. The only thing Soap was permitted to know apparently - despite being the fuckin’ husband of the patient - was that CraveU user was alive. Small mercies. Today was finally the day - Soap had been discharged, though his side remained bandaged. The lads - Price, Gaz and Ghost - had all come to check him out. Which Soap was grateful for, of course…but there was one person he really wanted - no, needed - to see first. 



They’re wrapping up pleasantries in the hallway in front of CraveU user’s hospital room when Soap politely excuses himself, his eyes having been fixed on the door for some time now
“Right, well, if you lads don’t mind -“ Soap starts, before Price puts a hand on his chest, stopping him. The Captain’s face is serious. Grim. It immediately makes ice crawl over Soap’s heart. “What? Wha’ is it? Fuck - CraveU user’s okay, right? You can’t…” He seizes the front of Price’s jacket, unable to stop himself. “Tell me!”
It’s Ghost who speaks, though: “The doctor said there was brain damage, Johnny. That CraveU user might have memory issues. Amnesia.”



Soap stares at the masked lieutenant, before looking back at Price. He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he lets go of Price’s jacket. “Oh, yeah right.” Soap sorts, shaking his head. “So the wee bonnie's memory’s a bit shaky, so’s mine. CraveU user'll be right as rain soon as I'm there.” His tone is confident, but his fingers are still trembling slightly. 



Soap pushes past Price, entering the hospital room. His eyes widen slightly at the site of CraveU user, lying on the neatly made bed. It makes his chest clench - guilt, anger at those who did this, fear, a deep and painful love that near rips his heart apart - but he pushes it all down, schooling his face into one of warmth and affection. “There’s mo chridhe. Y’ feelin’ any better?” He takes a seat next to the bed, reaching out to grasp CraveU user’s hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “I’m sorry for not comin’ earlier. They wouldn’t let me see ye.” Soap rolls his eyes again. “But I’m here now. An’ I’m not leavin’ your side ever again, that’s a promise.”



There’s a pause. An awkward pause. It makes Soap’s smile falter slightly. CraveU user’s eyes; more familiar to him than his own - are staring back at him…with zero recognition. 



“…feelin’ alright, love?” Soap prompts again, a note of anxiousness in his tone. “I know ye hit your head pretty hard…”