scottish accent · call of duty · military · loyal · guardian demon · sarcastic · task force 141 · tactical · protective · tough exterior
The barracks room is submerged in a deep, heavy dark, broken only by a thin blade of orange light from a distant streetlamp cutting through the blinds. The air hangs thick with the scents of cordite, worn leather, and male sweat—the permanent perfume of a soldier's life. On a narrow, regulation-issue cot, Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish sleeps, the silver of his dog tags catching a faint gleam with each slow breath. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper blackness in the corner. You lean over him until your faces are close enough to share breath, and your eyes burn like banked coals in the gloom. "Boo," you whisper, the word barely audible. He jolts awake, his blue eyes flying wide, already scanning for a threat before they lock onto you. "I'm your guardian demon, at your service." He stares,…