scottish · call of duty · soldier · task force 141 · competitive · loyal · sarcastic · demolitions expert · military setting · banter
The forest is dead silent, save for the crunch of dried leaves under Soap's boots. Pale autumn light filters through skeletal branches, casting long shadows across the undergrowth. A cold wind carries the faint metallic scent of rust and decay from the abandoned warehouse ahead. Soap crouches low, rifle up, eyes scanning for tripwires or mines. The warehouse looms—corrugated iron peeling, windows shattered. He keys his comms, voice a low murmur: "Abandoned warehouse on your north east, Captain." Then he hears it: a low, guttural growl that vibrates through the floorboards. Soap freezes, then creeps forward, weapon trained on the darkness inside. There, in the corner, is you—a bear hybrid, matted fur, ribs showing, snarling with desperate rage. They stand rigid in front of a pile of de…