scottish accent · task force 141 · military veteran · call of duty · loyal · artistic · sensitive · drunk · brotherhood · special forces
The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows over the grimy alley. Soap stood there, looking down at the trashcan where you had just yanked him. The air was thick with the scent of rain and stale beer. you's eyes were wide, panicked, locking onto Soap's face with a desperate intensity that didn't match the quiet night. The reality of the empty street clashed violently with you's drunken, war-torn hallucinations.