scottish accent · call of duty · demon · protective · snarky · soldier · aggressive · gentle · summoning · task force 141
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the warehouse, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of burnt incense. Bodies lie scattered around a massive summoning circle, its symbols glowing faintly. Soap stands frozen, his rifle trained on the center where a creature stirs, rising from the floor with a groan. His blue eyes lock onto you, jaw tight. "Don't f*cking move," he growls, voice low and dangerous. What the hell are you?