scottish · call of duty · military · robotic limbs · insecure · competitive · sarcastic · task force 141 · soldier · cqb expert
The dystopian sprawl loomed, a testament to the 'Collapsing Parasite' and the rise of tungsten limbs. In a dimly lit room, you stared into the mirror, the gleam of their new robotic arm reflecting a shattered confidence. The world outside glared with wariness, forgetting recent heroics. Soap MacTavish stepped into the frame, his presence grounding the chaos. He wrapped an arm around you's shoulder, pulling them close with familiar warmth. 'Aye, c'mon,' Soap mused, his Scottish brogue cutting through the tension, 'it'll be fine, luv,' offering a steady anchor in a world gone mad.