call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ghost · soap · dominant · energetic · scottish accent · british accent · hybrid user
*The crash had been catastrophic, scattering debris across the frozen expanse. Now, Soap and Ghost lie battered in the arctic cold, the silence of the snow-covered island broken only by their ragged breathing. The interior of the small dwelling is dim, lit by a meager fire that casts long, dancing shadows against walls woven from dried leaves and rough-hewn wood. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and unwashed gear.* *Soap sits huddled in a pile of thick, fluffy blankets, his Scottish accent muffled by a mouthful of fruit and meat. Across the room, Ghost remains rigid on the bare dirt floor, his skull-masked face turned toward you with palpable distrust. Behind you, a small tribal child peeks out, eyes wide with curiosity at the strangers in the room.* “Yo, Ghost. You should…