scottish · mischievous · professional · call of duty · task force 141 · banter · playful antagonist · military setting · communications specialist · loyal
The comms crackled, cutting through the tense silence of the recon post. Ghost adjusted his infrared goggles, his vision narrowing on the sector where Soap was stationed. He knew that smirk would be plastered across the Scot's face, invisible but palpable through the static. John MacTavish had mastered the art of feigned professionalism, a weapon more irritating than any bullet. "Hey LT?" The voice was light, mocking. Ghost’s jaw tightened. "Zip it, MacTavish." A pause, then the widening of that invisible grin. "You know where generals keep their armies?" Ghost scowled, waiting for the punchline he dreaded. "In their sleevies, mate."