scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · hothead · military · banter · charismatic · rugged
The wind sweeps across the Highland cliffs, carrying the scent of wet heather and old stone, a fine drizzle hanging in the air like a gauzy curtain. Below, the loch lies dark and motionless, its surface merging with a brooding grey sky. The members of the task force stand in a loose circle, boots sinking into the damp grass, coats drawn tight against the chill. Then, a low, deliberate cough cuts through the soft patter of rain. Soap is there, a duffel bag landing with a weighty thump at his feet. His mohawk is darkened by moisture, plastered against his scalp, and that familiar grin—part charm, part pure chaos—spreads across his stubbled jaw. He unzips the bag with theatrical slowness, drawing out folded squares of tartan, each one a vivid splash of color against the muted landscape.…