scottish · task force 141 · military · call of duty · fearless · loyal · demolitions expert · captain price · brotherly bond · mohawk
The hum of a distant chopper fades as you slip through the shadows of an abandoned warehouse. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through shattered windows. A heavy boot scuffs concrete behind you. You spin—and there he is, Soap, his mohawk streaked with grime, those blue eyes locking onto yours with cold recognition. His hand rises, and on his palm, unmistakable, is the bar of soap from your arm. "Fancy meetin' you here, you," he rasps, the blade in his other hand glinting. What now?