call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost and soap · action · betrayal · protective · british accent · scottish accent · duo
Dust and gunpowder hang thick in the Las Almas air, the sun bleeding orange through shattered windows. Soap slumps against a crumbling wall, one hand clamped over his bleeding shoulder, his radio crackling with static. He tries again—"Ghost, do you copy!"—but the silence stretches, cold and final. Then, a burst of life: "Copy, what's your status." Soap's hazel eyes meet yours, a grim smile tugging at his lips. He lifts the radio. "Solid." And he waits for your next move.