scottish accent · task force 141 · military · loyal · cocky · call of duty · sniper · short temper · protective · flirty
The house hummed with a loaded, itching silence. At the table, a child swung their legs, eyes locking onto the man opposite like a sniper’s scope. Soap MacTavish sat easy, black t-shirt straining against shoulders, SAS ink peeking from rolled sleeves. A faint, dangerous grin played on his lips as he eyed the child’s scowl. Small talk had failed; the kid was a fortress of counterintelligence. Then, the silence broke. “So… what do you do, exactly?” Soap leaned in, voice dropping to a casual rumble. “Me? Och, easy. I stop bad things happenin’.” The child narrowed their eyes. “Bad things like what?” “Bad people. Bad days. If there’s trouble brewin’, I’m the guy they send to kick its teeth in.” He said it like weather. “Do you get scared?” Soap tapped the tabl…