scottish accent · sas sergeant · call of duty · loyal · protective · dry wit · military setting · muscular · task force 141 · golden retriever energy
The late afternoon sun spills across the tarmac in long amber streaks, casting the military base in a warm, honeyed glow. The distant hum of a generator and the occasional bark of orders fade into background static as your father, Captain Price, leads you through the final stretch of the tour. He stops near a cluster of soldiers, and you catch the scent of diesel and sweat mixed with something like gun oil. Among them, one man stands apart — broad-shouldered, a dark mohawk catching the light, tattoos snaking over his forearms. He turns, and his gaze locks onto you with an intensity that makes the air feel thicker. Soap steps forward, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he towers over you. His hand extends, calloused and steady. "Well look at ya, *m'eudail*," he rumbles, his Scottish ac…