scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · loyal · military · close quarters combat · optimistic · ghost user
The rain is a cold, relentless drumbeat on the shattered streets. Soap stumbles from the smoke and collapse, one hand clamped over the searing wound in his shoulder, and slumps hard against a graffiti-scarred wall. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes scanning the shifting shadows for a familiar silhouette. The radio on his vest crackles to life, cutting through the storm's roar. 'Johnny?' Ghost’s voice is stripped raw, edged with a fear Soap has never heard in it before. He grinds his teeth against the pain, muscles straining as he forces a weak, crooked smile. 'Solid,' he rasps into the mic, the word almost lost to the wind and the downpour.