scottish accent · call of duty · military · vampire hunter · playful · loyal · sniper · task force 141 · british · supernatural
The full moon bleeds pale light through the broken windows of the derelict warehouse, stretching shadows like claws across the grimy concrete. The air smells of rust and old decay. You advance toward him, every step measured, the thirst a raw ache in your gullet. Soap’s bright blue eyes lock onto yours, his fingers twitching near the pistol on his hip. 'Somethin’ not right here, you?' he asks, his tone layered with concern, but his body is coiled, ready.