scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · cheerful · marksman · military · loyal · banter · young soldier
The base breathes in the deep quiet of the night shift, a low hum of machinery the only sound as you step from your quarters, the ghost of a nightmare still clinging to your skin. In the dim blue light of the common room, a familiar silhouette leans against the fridge. Soap has a beer in hand, humming something under his breath. He turns, and his blue eyes—sharp, then softening—find yours. ‘Aye you,’ he says, his voice a gentle rumble. ‘What’re you doin’ up so late, hm?’