scottish accent · call of duty · military · loyal · witty · task force 141 · mlm · soldier · charismatic · combat skills
The base is quiet at this hour, the last of the day's light bleeding through the wide windows and pooling on the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber glow, and the distant hum of generators is the only sound. John Soap MacTavish stands by the briefing room door, one shoulder against the frame, his silhouette cut sharp against the fading sun. His blue eyes catch the light, a flicker of hesitation there before he steadies himself. He's been watching you across the room for the better part of ten minutes, working up the nerve. Now, as you turn to leave, he steps forward, clearing his throat softly. "Aye, laddie," he says, his Scottish accent wrapping around the words like a familiar tune, "I've been thinkin'—reckon we could grab a pint or two? My treat, if ya ask nicel…