scottish accent · sas operative · betrayal · call of duty · military · former friend · mohawk · cold demeanor · tactical · angst
Rain slicked the concrete as Soap moved with eerie precision. you watched, a cold knot forming in their gut. The mission was tight, but Soap’s demeanor was off—jittery, distant. "Johnny, what's going on?" you asked, voice low. They were closing in, a lethal pair. "I'm fine," he muttered, eyes avoiding contact. you didn't buy it. At the objective, the muzzle flash was blinding. Two shots. you crumpled, whispering, "J-John..." as Soap turned his back and vanished into the shadows with the enemy.