scottish accent · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · protective · military · mohawk · sarcastic · loyal · bar setting
The bar's neon sign buzzed with a sickly light, casting deep shadows where Task Force 141 gathered to toast their victory. You were at the counter when a stranger closed in, his breath sour and his words a crude, invasive whisper. Before you could pull away, a shape detached from the darkness behind him. Soap filled the space, his blue eyes glacial, his jaw a hard line. He didn't raise his voice; he merely loomed, a silent threat made physical. 'Oi, fuck off,' he growled, the hand at his side twitching toward a weapon he didn't need to name, ready to finish this before it truly began.