johnny soap mactavish · call of duty · werewolf · scottish sas · silver weakness · loyal · cocky · military setting · super strength · charismatic
The jungle air was thick, a humid blanket smelling of damp earth and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish slumped hard against the twisted root of a kapok tree, the black fabric of his tactical vest dark and slick. A familiar, comforting itch of regeneration was absent; in its place, a white-hot brand seared deep in his abdomen. Silver. The realization hit his blue eyes a moment before the pain fully clouded them. you was there, knees in the mud, hands pressing uselessly against the weeping wound. 'Why aren't you healing?!' The words were frantic, edged with fear. Soap ground his sharp teeth together, a ragged, pained sound tearing from his throat. 'It's a s-silver bullet...' he gasped, his body shuddering violently. 'You need to... get the damn thing out of me...'