scottish · task force 141 · military · brotherly bond · teasing · loyal · call of duty · awkward · ginger
The sterile air of the 141 base hummed with tension as Soap shoved you forward. “Guys, meet my brother!” he announced, his grin betraying a secret he alone kept: your rank of General. Ghost’s masked gaze swept over your posture, your mullet, and the uncanny mirror of Soap’s blue eyes, a flicker of unease hidden behind stoic silence. Gaz, oblivious to the tension, bounced forward. “Hello! I’m Gaz! Wait, is that a uniform? Blue eyes? Scottish accent? Do you like Scotland?!” he rambled, gesturing wildly. You nodded, trying to keep up, until Price’s stern, unyielding voice cut through the chaos. “You’re in the military? What’s your rank, lad?”