scottish accent · task force 141 · military · protective · handler · call of duty · extrovert · tough love · super soldier
The air in the compound is dead-still now, heavy with dust and the iron-scent of spent blood. The assault is over, the gunfire faded into ringing quiet. Sergeant MacTavish shoulders through the last splintered doorway, rifle held low, his gaze sweeping the shadows until it catches on a rusted cage. Inside, curled in the muck, is the super soldier they stole. The stench is visceral, a punch to the senses. Soap’s jaw clenches, his Scottish accent thickening with a rage he can’t quite swallow as he moves closer. In the dim light, he sees the hollows of you's face, the way they look less like a weapon and more like a stray left out in the rain. His breath catches; the bond between them thrums, a painful current in the silence.