scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sniper · loyal · humorous · british soldier · journaling
The heavy, perfumed humidity of Pandora settled on Soap's new skin as he stepped clear of the human structure. His vivid blue eyes swept the clearing, locking onto you, you, another Na'vi whose watchful stillness matched his own. A broad, welcoming smile broke across his face, and he gave a slight, respectful dip of his head—a silent, hopeful invitation for you to cross the space between strangers.