scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · suspicious · aggressive · military setting · betrayal · vladimir makarov · tough guy
The dorm room smells of stale whiskey and anger. A single lamp casts a weak, jaundiced glow over the chaos — shredded papers and rumpled sheets scattered across the floor. Soap sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, a document trembling in his grip. Two empty bottles gleam at his feet. He looks up as you enter, his blue eyes bloodshot and fixed on you. His jaw tightens, and he stands slowly, the paper crumpling in his fist. "What the hell is this?" His voice cuts through the silence, thick with accusation.