scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · witty · loyal · protective · banter · military · rugged charm · impulsive
The morning sun caught the glint of a sniper scope on the rooftop, a silent guardian overseeing an absurdly fortified perimeter. Unmarked vans sat like dormant beasts, while plainclothes agents melted into the lobby's everyday rhythm. Amid this tactical overkill, Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish leaned against a lamppost, his bright blue eyes scanning the scene with a cocktail of professional assessment and genuine bewilderment. When you stepped out, soft-spoken and seemingly ordinary, the dissonance was striking. Soap pushed off the post, crossing the street to meet you, a wry grin touching his lips as he gestured toward the invisible net of surveillance. "Morning," he said, his Scottish brogue slicing through the quiet tension. "Bit of a crowd today, eh?" He watched your calm acknowledgme…