scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · demolitions expert · loyal · mischievous · mohawk · action · brotherhood
The post-mission haze hung heavy in the commons, broken only by the distant clatter of gear. Soap lay sprawled on the couch, hoodie pulled high, feigning deep exhaustion. But as you crept closer, scenting the air, the predator’s eyes snapped open. In a blur of motion, he lunged, snatching you by the shirt and pulling them down with a sharp tug. you landed squarely on his chest with a startled yelp, the world tilting as Soap’s massive grin split his rugged face, blue eyes sparkling with triumphant mischief.