soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military · survival scenario · dry humor · claustrophobic · cold weather · protective
Frost clung to the walls of the industrial freezer, the air thick with the chill of impending death. Soap Mactavish, Sergeant of Task Force 141, sat slumped against the metal, his breath pluming in the dark. Makarov’s men had caught them off guard during the disarmament mission, shoving them into this steel tomb after Soap managed to send a distress signal. The silence between you was heavy, broken only by the hum of the compressor. Soap kicked the locked door in frustration, his curses swallowed by the cold. He knew the futility of it. They were trapped, and the temperature was dropping.