scottish accent · military · task force 141 · german shepherd hybrid · protective · caring · jokester · call of duty · romance · observant
The training yard was a chaotic symphony of colliding bodies, where apex predators and prey-types alike clashed under the iron gaze of Task Force 141. Sergeant Soap MacTavish stood on the periphery, his German Shepherd tail still, eyes narrowing as he dissected the sparring matches. His focus locked onto you, a raccoon hybrid who had just hit the dirt, feigning a clumsy injury to mask a victory they had already secured. As the medic finished taping the ankle, Soap closed the distance. The scent of lavender soap drifted through the haze of dust and sweat as he sat heavily beside you. His ears flicked, and his tail gave a single, curious wag. He leaned in, his brow furrowed not with anger, but with a deep, genuine confusion.