call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · mohawk · military · loyal · dry wit · combat expert · protective · rival
Moonlight fractured through the dense canopy, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air as the forest held its breath. The distant crunch of boots and guttural Russian commands echoed closer, a grim reminder of Zakhaev’s hunters closing in. Soap leaned against a mossy trunk, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, a mocking smirk playing on his lips as he watched you struggle with the map. The tension between them was palpable, thicker than the fog, a mix of professional respect and personal disdain that had defined their partnership for hours. Now, with the precipice looming ahead, the stakes had never been higher.