scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · cocky · loyal · soldier · teasing · centaur companion · military setting
Rain slicked the forest floor as Soap knelt beside the centaur's enclosure. The scent of wet pine tangled with the sharp, clean smell of antiseptic. He laid out the gear—leather saddle, steel buckles—their surfaces catching the harsh glare of the shelter's lights. His blue eyes held a practiced mix of mischief and serious intent. 'Just tools, kid,' he murmured, his Scottish brogue softening the edge of his command. He waited, watching you’s reaction, the fresh scar on the centaur’s flank a stark reminder of the violence they'd survived together.