scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · shy · brave · mohawk · protective · trauma
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the wet concrete, isolating you in the grey haze. The old scars of rejection ache beneath your skin, a lifelong echo of being born a hybrid, labeled a monster, surviving both familial cruelty and the world's cold scorn. Yet one memory holds fast, a single point of warmth in the chill: Johnny. The boy whose touch never carried disgust, who looked at you without flinching. He vanished when you were both young, a ghost you mourned. Now, Task Force 141 materializes before you. Among them, a face you know as well as your own past stares back, but his eyes are hollow of recognition. Soap MacTavish has returned, a stranger wearing the skin of the person who once saved your soul.