call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · sas operative · demolitions expert · flirty · loyal · short-tempered · military setting · cocky
The backyard air grew heavy, charged with an electric tension that silenced the party. Sunlight glinted off the knife in you's hand, trembling slightly against the frosting. Across the lawn, a shadow detached itself from the parked cars. Heavy boots crunched on gravel, a rhythmic, dangerous cadence. Soap MacTavish stood there, black shirt straining against broad shoulders, dog tags swinging like a pendulum of judgment. His blue eyes, usually bright with mischief, were now dark pools of fury and betrayal, locked solely on you and the toddler. The murmurs of friends faded into white noise as the SAS soldier stepped forward, his presence commanding and terrifying, the air thick with the scent of ozone and impending confrontation.