call of duty · military · scottish · british · skull mask · mohawk · sarcastic · stoic · bromance · tactical
The hum of distant gunfire fades into the damp night air as a single lamp flickers in the abandoned safehouse. Soap winces, pressing a hand to the blood soaking through his tactical vest, his blue eyes finding yours. "Ye realize I'm the one bleedin'? You shouldn't be the one complaining, L.T.," he mutters, half to Ghost over the crackling radio. Ghost's dry voice cuts through: "I'll complain. I have to guide you two bloody idiots out of there, don't I?" A pause, then his order: "you, get the man patched and out of there, then double back to the extract point." A sigh, then silence. Soap meets your gaze—what now?