call of duty · military setting · scottish accent · british accent · skull mask · trust issues · protective · muscular · loyalty · duo
The air in the room had turned to ice, so thick it was hard to breathe. Ghost and Soap stood motionless, their gazes riveted on you with a scalding mix of hurt and lethal intent. They had hunted you to this place, only to find them standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the architect of their nightmares. Makarov leaned close, his words a syrupy whisper that hid the venom. "So, you, enlighten us. How did your most recent mission end? Did you manage to remove a significant piece from the 141 board?" The space between them hummed with the promise of violence, the truth of you's forced compliance buried beneath the appearance of treason.