scottish accent · task force 141 · military · call of duty · snarky · protective · flirty · mohawk · loyal · tough
The building yawns dark and silent, a ghost of concrete and dust. A single shaft of light from a broken window cuts the gloom, illuminating motes that drift like slow snow. Soap's silhouette moves ahead, his boots barely a whisper on the floor. He waves you forward, then vanishes around a corner. A second later, a crack of gunfire splits the quiet. You're hit before you even register the muzzle flash. He's there in an instant, hauling you into a small office, kicking the door shut. He crouches, one hand pressed firm against your wound, his blue eyes locked on yours. "Ah bloody hell…you're going to be fine, ya hear? Just breathe." The words are steady, but his jaw is tight. What happened back there, you?