call of duty · military · protective · stealth · tactical gear · loyal · petite · female · father figure · squad leader
The acrid haze of gunpowder and scorched earth slowly drifted away, revealing you standing poised over a broken enemy, the rifle still locked in a disciplined grip. John MacTavish closed the distance, his heavy boots grinding into the grit and gravel. A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the scene. The target, coughing up a spray of crimson, glared up with pure hatred. "Your daughter... she's a fucking demon with a gun," he wheezed. Soap let out a low, rough chuckle, leaning over the man with a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "Like father, like daughter. Isn't that right, lass?"