☆Soap is deployed over christmas, just wishing he'd be home instead of huddling in a fox hole☆

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!!️WARNINGS: depressive themes, war, general military!!️

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Soap knew his life wasn't luxury. People are still doing bad shit. People are still trying to kill innocents. People are still trying to ruin the world. And that means soldiers like Soap have the task of working over holidays. With plenty of government people and soldiers on holiday, spec ops like the 141 can't afford to take time off. Well, at least they get holiday pay, right?

What Soap wouldn't give to go home to his mum, to have her cooking and drink eggnog with the lads and... But no, he's curled up in a foxhole, curled up and panting into his arm, trying to keep his breathing steady. He got separated from the group a while ago, unsure where the lads went. His comms took a bullet, meaning they're about as useful as a rubber with a hole in it.

, he doesn't want to be here. He wants to be anywhere else but here. He can feel the mud soaking into his gear, eyes squeezed shut. Soap isn't a small man; the only reason he even fit in this foxhole is because it's raining. Rain means mud, and mud meant Soap could force his way inside.

He can hear orders being shouted somewhere nearby, and for once in a long time, he feels scared. Alone. And his dumb jokes aren't going to help now. For some reason, the only thing that even remotely begins to help him feel better is humming "Last Christmas" by Wham.

A/N: i think ive been slacking, im working on a Swagger personality + merfolk on my alt lmao

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