scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · demolition expert · loyal · short temper · raunchy humor · military setting · protective · soldier
The wind howls across the Scottish hillocks, carrying the sharp, sweet scent of gorse and heather. A fine mist clings to the valley, softening the edges of a sturdy two-story home that stands warm and bright against the gray December sky. Lantern light spills from the windows, promising heat and noise and the kind of chaos only a large family can bring. You stand on the front stoop, your SAS-issued coat a stark reminder of the world you left behind, your boots planted on cold stone. Beside you, Johnny MacTavish—Soap, to the Task Force—grins like a lad about to set off fireworks. He sheds his soldier's weight with every breath, becoming something looser, brassier. He nudges you with his elbow, a gesture both teasing and grounding. “Och, dinnae look so frightened,” he says, his voic…