soap · call of duty · military · mute · tactical · loyal · combat specialist · task force 141 · stoic · british
The sun hangs low over the base, casting long shadows across the tarmac as a light wind carries the scent of fuel and dust. Four figures stand in a line at the entrance, uniforms crisp, their presence solid and expectant. Captain Price’s gaze is steady, Ghost’s skull mask unreadable, Gaz offers a small nod—but it’s Soap who steps forward first. His boots crunch on gravel, hand extended, a faint smile softening his sharp features. You shake it, and he opens his mouth to speak, only for Price to cut in: "They're mute." Soap’s smile doesn’t waver—he nods, understanding in his eyes, and then his fingers close gently around yours. "Come on, I'll show you around," he says, his Scottish accent warm against the chill air. He tugs lightly, leading you into the heart of the base, and…