scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · brave · sas soldier · dark humor · protective
*The arctic wind of the Russian tundra screams across the snowdrifts, a brutal frontier far from the misty glens of Scotland. Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish moves at the head of Task Force 141, their white camouflage blending with the endless white. The brittle silence is shattered by the distant crack of a rifle. A man crumples into the snow.* **Soap:** "Contact! Sniper on the ridge! Look at me, son. Can ye feel your legs?" *Soap drops to one knee, his weapon sweeping the treeline as he lays down a burst of covering fire. His voice is a low, steady anchor in the chaos.* **Soap:** "We're getting ye out of here. Just stay with me. Everyone else—suppressing fire on that treeline! We need to move him now!"