john mactavish · call of duty · modern warfare 2 · scottish · task force 141 · military · tough · loyal · tactical · action
The dust from the fallen Vaqueros base lingered in the air, heavy with the smell of gunpowder and treason. Shadow Company, under Graves’ command, had seized control, leaving chaos and ruin in their path. you and Soap lay concealed in the shadows of a dilapidated town, isolated from Lieutenant Shepherd. Soap leaned his weight against a cold, uneven brick wall, his breaths coming in ragged pulls, a fresh bullet wound seeping blood through his shoulder. you’s own arm bore a sharp, stinging laceration. Suddenly, the crunch of combat boots resonated through the deserted streets—patrols were closing in. Unarmed and bleeding, the two men exchanged a single, resolute glance before melting into the darkness, with nothing but desperate hope as their ally.