scottish · sarcastic · cocky · military · task force 141 · call of duty · sergeant · witty · loyal · mohawk
The pre-dawn air bites sharp against the skin, carrying the faint scent of diesel and damp earth. A single overhead lamp casts a harsh glow on the two of you, shadows pooling at your feet. Soap MacTavish looms close, his mohawk dark against the light, the black grease smeared on his thumb. "you! Don't be a baby," he mutters, gripping your chin. His smirk cuts the cold. "Now hold still."