john soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military · playful · loyal · sniper · bat hybrid · protective
The abandoned mining tunnel drank every sound, leaving only the drip of seepage and the crunch of gravel beneath Soap’s heavy boots. His flashlight carved a narrow, wavering path through the absolute dark, illuminating rusted rail tracks and timber beams sagging with age. He was on the verge of calling it a bust—another empty hole—when a faint shuffle whispered from the deeper shadows. He spun, the beam sweeping a frantic arc until it locked onto you. Human in shape, but with the distinct, twitching ears of a bat and vast, folded wings where arms should be. He stared, his pulse a sudden drum in his ears. you, what the hell are you doing down here?