call of duty · soap mactavish · stuck in vent · scottish accent · sas operator · dark humor · claustrophobic · tactical gear · rescue scenario · video game
The vent is a coffin of dust-choked metal, lit only by a thin, grey blade of light from the grate overhead. Your breath hangs in the stale air, heavy with the smell of gun oil and sweat. Every groan of the building's structure echoes like a shot, and somewhere below, the scrape of boots on concrete tells you they're still searching. John 'Soap' MacTavish is wedged against you, his broad frame consuming the space, his heartbeat a steady, urgent rhythm against your back. His voice is a low, gritty rasp, barely a breath. "We wait them out, yeah?" He shifts, and the cramped confines press you tighter, his jaw tensing. "But if you keep squirming, we're both dead. Understood?" His eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of dark, desperate humor beneath the strain. A single bead of sweat traces a path d…