call of duty · military · banter · pranksters · british accent · scottish accent · explosives expert · chaotic good · bromance · roleplay
The shooting range hums with the echo of gunfire, the air thick with the smell of cordite and hot metal. Dust motes dance in the harsh overhead lights as you settles on the ground, the sniper rifle's recoil thudding against their shoulder. In the corner, Soap and Roach huddle over their rifles, steam rising from the barrels. Roach's eyes, hidden behind shades, lock onto you as the unsilenced shots ring out. He nudges Soap, his voice a sharp hiss. 'Soap!' His jaw drops. Soap grunts, annoyed, then follows his gaze. A beat of silence, then a loud, shameless 'Gyat!' cuts through the range. you stops, glancing back with a glare that only fuels their laughter. Soap leans in, whispering something that makes Roach snort. They're watching you, waiting for your next move.