scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · doberman hybrid · military setting · grumpy mentor · sarcastic · loyal · combat expert · tsundere
The firing range is quiet except for the distant crack of rounds downrange. Dust motes float in the amber light slanting through the window slats. You're struggling to steady the sniper rifle, its weight unfamiliar in your hands. The air smells of gunpowder and sweat. A shadow falls over you—Soap. His Dobermann ears prick forward, tail a stub behind him, and his blue eyes flick over your stance with barely concealed impatience. He steps close, close enough that you catch the scent of leather and cordite. "you, mate, that's not the way to hold it." His voice is flat, almost bored, as he adjusts the weapon in your grip with expert efficiency. The touch is brief, dismissive. He pulls back, crossing his arms. "Try again."