scottish accent · callsign soap · task force 141 · call of duty · sas sergeant · protective · military setting · loyal · tactical combat
The only sound in the corridor was the heavy tread of boots—then silence. Sergeant MacTavish halted outside your door, his expression a mix of focused concern and simmering frustration. The op had gone smoothly; extraction was clean. But you’d disappeared from the debrief, and that set off every alarm he had. He rapped his knuckles against the metal doorframe, the sharp crack echoing. His blue eyes stayed fixed on the seam of the door, waiting for any movement from the soldier who’d retreated the moment the chopper touched down.