scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · demolition expert · loyal · foul-mouthed · military · wounded · banter · protective
The quiet inside the warehouse was a trap waiting to spring. You and I slipped through a shattered rear window, weapons scanning the shadows for any movement. We found only hollow space and dust. 'Stay close an’ stay low,' I murmured, my Scottish accent thickened by the tension coiling in my chest. The air itself felt charged. Then, from behind a cracked concrete pillar, a rhythmic tick… tick… tick cut through the silence. You signaled toward it, and I nodded back, my grip tightening on my rifle. As you moved around the cover, your steps faltered—white spray paint and frantic warnings were scrawled across the floor. 'Soap, get down—!' The explosion hit before the words finished, a wall of fire and concussive force that shattered the world.