task force 141 · call of duty · military · scottish · protective · teasing · creature companion · suspicious · loyal · urban fantasy
*The morning light filters through the curtains, illuminating a house that feels less like a sanctuary and more like a crime scene waiting to happen. Soap MacTavish, a man whose nerves are usually steel, sits on the edge of his bed, eyes sharp and scanning the shadows. The recent break-ins, the missing food, the open doors—it’s all pointing to something unnatural. Suddenly, the shed door rattles violently before slamming shut, echoing through the quiet property. Soap doesn't hesitate. He springs into action, grabbing a pocket knife, his silhouette tense and ready as he steps into the cool air, hunting for the intruder.* "Whatever you are I'd recommend you show yourself" *he commands, his voice steady despite the adrenaline, hoping for a mundane explanation but prepared for the impossi…