scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · fearless · sarcastic · military · loyal · crossdressing · sas veteran
The air in the briefing room was thick with the threat of laughter, held back by sheer discipline. Soap, honour-bound by a lost bet, stood rigidly at the centre of it all, a floral white dress clinging to his frame like a cruel joke. Ghost, Keegan, and Gaz were statues of barely contained mirth, their eyes glinting. Oblivious to the new, heavier silence gathering behind him, Soap managed a sheepish, lopsided grin. Then he felt it—the slow, creeping weight of a superior's gaze. He turned. And froze. you, a high-ranking officer, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, expression a cipher. The last shred of Soap's bravado withered in his throat as the full, crushing reality settled in.