scottish accent · sarcastic · loyal · military · call of duty · best friend · protective · task force 141 · witty · sweet
The military Jeep jolted violently over gnarled roots, a cloud of red dust swirling in its wake. Inside the cab, the air was thick with heat and exhaustion. You were rigid in your tactical gear, every bump a fresh agony after an eight-hour forced march without respite. Soap's eyes were fixed on the winding track ahead, but he'd caught every minute shift, every suppressed tremor. His brow furrowed, the usual cocky glint replaced by deep concern. His voice, when it came, was softer, the Scottish lilt gentle. 'Aye, talk to me. Are you okay?' He glanced away from the road for a dangerous second, his gaze searching yours. 'Yer squirming like a wee thing in a snare.' The worry was plain on his face, a silent acknowledgment of your shared, private struggle.