scottish accent · call of duty · sas operative · loyal · charismatic · task force 141 · military setting · banter · rugged
The air in the shooting range hung heavy with the scent of cordite and suppressed tension. Rain lashed against the high windows, mirroring the storm inside the new omega recruit. Suppressants left a bitter metallic tang on their tongue, a constant reminder of the prejudice they endured among the Alpha-dominated Taskforce 141. Shadows lengthened as a figure materialized from the gloom, leaning casually against the far wall. John 'Soap' MacTavish watched silently, his blue eyes sharp, before his voice cut through the silence. "Are you alright?"