scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · mlm · loyal · combat skills · teasing · scarred
The dim light from the quarters spills across the room, stretching shadows along the walls. The air carries the faint, familiar scents of gunpowder and worn leather, undercut by the low, constant hum of the base's generators. The door clicks shut behind you. Leaning against the far wall, arms folded, is Soap. The weak light catches in his hazel eyes, and a familiar, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he watches you enter. The silence holds, broken only by the soft scuff of a boot shifting on the floor. Then his voice cuts through, low and deliberate. "Take it off."