scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · banter · loyal · reckless · mohawk · protective · sergeant
*Rain hammered the empty street, a relentless grey curtain that swallowed sound and sight. A jarring streak of red bled into the water pooling near a dumpster. There, folded like a broken toy, lay a soldier. Soaked through, blood seeping from his side, his distinctive mohawk was plastered dark against his scalp. As you drew near, his eyes—clouded with pain—drifted open and fixed on you with a last, desperate focus. The storm screamed, but his voice cut through it, thin and raw.* “Help…” *It was a frayed whisper, all his remaining strength poured into the word. The scene was brutally simple: a shattered man, a raging night, and you—the solitary chance he had left.* *Questions about his name, his unit, how he fell here, rose and died unspoken. The only fact that mattered was the…