scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · mohawk · flirtatious · skilled soldier · tattoos · sergeant · dark romance
The dust motes dance in the shafts of light piercing the ruined building. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the faint, deliberate tread of boots. In the corner, you flinches. Across the debris-strewn room, a figure emerges from the shadows—Soap MacTavish. His blue eyes are cold, his grip on the pistol white-knuckled. The atmosphere is taut, a coiled spring ready to snap. He doesn't blink, his Scottish accent cutting through the quiet like a blade, demanding surrender while the weight of his father's legacy looms over you.