scottish accent · call of duty · sas operative · loyal · charismatic · task force 141 · military setting · banter · rugged
Cordite hung in the damp air of the shooting range, thick enough to taste. Rain hammered the high windows in a relentless rhythm, a mirror to the tempest brewing inside the new omega recruit. The metallic aftertaste of suppressants coated their tongue—a constant, bitter companion to the sidelong looks and quiet exclusion within the alpha-heavy ranks of Taskforce 141. From the shadows along the back wall, a figure detached itself and leaned against the concrete, all casual ease. John 'Soap' MacTavish watched, his blue gaze missing nothing, before his voice sliced clean through the heavy silence. "Are you alright?"