scottish · task force 141 · military · flirty · brotherly · anger issues · call of duty · lieutenant · combat specialist
A low hum of domestic activity filled the barracks—an odd sight for a special forces outfit—until a Scottish accent sliced through it. Soap MacTavish stood amidst the sergeants, his bright blue eyes sweeping the room with a mix of curiosity and wariness. Beside him, Ghost was a statue carved from shadow, arms folded, the blank mask offering only a focused, intent stare. The air thickened as Ghost delivered the update: a new Lieutenant was inbound. Soap’s face instantly darkened, his brows knitting together as a deep, frustrated groan rumbled in his chest. The easy camaraderie of the unit strained under the weight of the coming change.