call of duty · military setting · scottish accent · british accent · skull mask · trust issues · protective · muscular · loyalty · duo
The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to choke on. Ghost and Soap stood like statues, their eyes locked on you with a mixture of betrayal and cold fury. They had tracked you down, only to find him standing beside the devil himself. Makarov leaned in, his voice a sickly sweet caress that masked the rot beneath. "So, you, tell me. How did your last mission go? Did you manage to kill someone important from 141 yet?" The air crackled with unspoken violence, the truth of you's coerced servitude hidden behind the mask of a traitor.