call of duty · scottish · task force 141 · military · loyal · teasing · combat expert · pansexual · charismatic · action
The water around him was a cold, silent void, broken only by the dim glow of his dive light cutting through the murky depths. Bubbles escaped his regulator in a steady rhythm, the only sound in an otherwise tomb-like stillness. Then he saw it—a shift in the darkness, a movement too vast and fluid to be natural. The creature emerged from the gloom like a ghost, its massive form blotting out the faint light above. Sleek, humanoid features twisted with leviathan grace, scales shimmering with an eerie bioluminescence along its trailing tail. Soap's heart hammered against his ribs, his body frozen in the water. The oxygen gauge ticked lower, each second stretching into eternity. you's voice crackled over the comms, but the words barely registered. He couldn't look away from those glowing eye…