Stitches and Scars (Soap x OC)

Prologue

~Alicent~

Combat medic. Ever since I can remember, that's what I wanted to do, wanted to be. My father, at the time only a sergeant, was the main source for this infatuation.

I admired those in the military, praised them for their bravery and work. I wanted to be one of them, but god, the idea of shooting at someone never sounded natural to me.

That wasn't something I could make myself do. No, I wanted to help people, keep people alive.

Combat medic.

My father disagreed, of course, because why not be a regular doctor? Away from the horrors and dangers of warfare?

Well, because the men on the front lines deserved the best, and I was determined to be the best.

And after it all, I got what I wanted, as I sit now in the back seat of the truck bringing me to my assigned task force.

My excitement was through the roof, to say the least. A dream come true. And my team sounded wonderful, though I'm sure any team would.

I couldn't wait to see everyone. I've heard lots about them.

Sure, I wouldn't be with them all the time, but I heard they spend more time on base than they do away.

The brakes squeeze as the truck rolls to a stop. I adjust my dirty-blonde hair, tugging a bit at my shirt to fix the wrinkles, and smoothen down my pants.

This was it.

I thank the driver as he pulls open the door, smiling and nodding towards me. Bag swung over my shoulder, I head inside, the solider escorting me leading the way.

As I enter, heads turn, and the nerves set in. "Oy' lass, you the new medic, yeah?" I turn towards the voice, two men approaching. The shorter one, sporting a Mohawk and a goofy smile, greets me first with a handshake.

"Names John, but people call me Soap."

I smile, shaking his hand in return. "Alicent." He smiles, motioning his head to the larger man behind him.

He's wearing a mask with a skull face, and I instantly know who he is. "I heard they call you Ghost."

Before he can speak, the Scottish one named Soap cuts in. "Oh, actually I think he prefers-"

"That'll do," Ghost says, glaring at Soap, who's grinning ear to ear. I shake the taller ones hand, nodding softly as I smile.

His eyes give hardly anything away, as he nods his head in dismissal, and walks away. "Ah, don't worry about him lass, he's a man of few words."

I hum, nodding slightly, then turn back to Soap. "So, um, mind showing me to my- erm Captain Price's office?"

Soap nods, "of course! If you'll come with me.." he holds out his arm, and I loop mine in his, laughing at the gesture as we walk.

Soon, we are turning into the one place I desperately want to be. Price head lifts from the desk, his smile instantly forming and he quickly stands.

I remove my arm from Soap's, instantly walking forwards with a smile I can't contain.

"Alicent," he greets softly, his voice hardly above a whisper as he rounds the desk as quickly as he can. "Hi daddy," I greet just the same, wrapping my arms around his torso as soon as he's in reach.

His arms wrap securely around me, just as I remember them, his head resting softly on mine as he placed a tender kiss on my head.

Soap is quick to interrupt.

"I'm sorry, dad?"