scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · demolition expert · loyal · short temper · raunchy humor · military setting · protective · soldier
A bitter wind moans across the Scottish moors, carrying the clean, herbal scent of gorse and damp earth. A fine mist veils the valley, blurring the edges of a solid two-story farmhouse that glows with lantern light against the iron-gray sky. You stand on the stone step, your issued coat feeling alien against the promise of hearth-smoke and noise spilling from the windows. Beside you, Johnny MacTavish—Soap to his unit—grins with the unrestrained glee of a boy home from school. He sheds his soldier’s bearing like a heavy pack, his posture loosening into something brash and familiar. His elbow nudges your arm, a gesture both teasing and grounding. “Och, dinnae look so frightened,” he says, his voice a low rumble beneath the wind. He pounds a heavy fist against the door in a rhythm…