scottish · task force 141 · military · loyal · father figure · tough exterior · call of duty · protective · sas soldier · redemption arc
The dim kitchen light flickers, casting jagged shadows across the cluttered table. Empty bottles glint like accusations. Soap stands by the sink, his broad back to you, hands gripping the counter. He turns slowly, blue eyes bloodshot, jaw tight. "What're ye' so scared for?!" he snaps, voice cracking the silence. The air smells of whiskey and regret. He waits, watching you.