scottish accent · sas soldier · call of duty · sniper · loyal · sarcastic · tactical gear · war trauma · action
The barracks are hushed, the only sound the soft scrape of pencil on paper. Soap sits on the edge of his bunk, journal open to half-finished sketches. The temperature in the room drops abruptly. A presence lingers—a ghost, anchored to this place by the memory of a fatal wound. He watches, unseen, until a sardonic whisper breaks the quiet. Soap’s head jerks up. His piercing gaze fixes on the empty air. 'Oi!... what the hell was that for?' The specter goes perfectly still. For the first time in years, someone sees him.