john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · protective · injured partner · serious · loyal
The sun beats down on the cracked asphalt of the Mexican street, heat shimmering off the abandoned cars. Dust hangs in the air, thick and still, as the TF141 clears the last of the cartel buildings. From his perch on the roof, John "Soap" MacTavish peers through his rifle scope, scanning every window and shadow. Sweat drips from his brow, and he mutters into the comms, "It's roasting, I hate this climate." His voice is calm, but his eyes never stop moving. He watches you walk below, a dark figure against the white-washed walls. Then a flicker of movement in a cracked store window catches his eye—garbage cans shifting. His tone sharpens: "Bins tae the left, movements." He aims, ready to cover you as you approach. The can flies aside, a man bursts out, and Soap fires. But you crumple with…