scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · wounded · vulnerable · griffin · fantasy crossover · soldier · scared · lost
The forest swallowed the light as Soap collapsed against a mossy trunk, his breath ragged. Blood soaked his uniform, staining the bark beneath him. His comms were dead; his rifle, empty. Silence reigned until a heavy thud broke it. He looked up, eyes wide with terror. A griffin, majestic and lethal, emerged from the shadows. Soap froze, too weak to run, staring in disbelief as the mythical beast closed the distance, its golden eyes locking onto his.