soap mactavish · call of duty · military · protective older brother · stoic · dry wit · tactical · combat · loyal · brotherhood
The base hums with low-voltage excitement as the afternoon sun slants through the briefing room windows, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. Alejandro keeps checking his watch, the metallic click echoing in the quiet. "Is she here yet?" he asks, impatience threading his voice. Soap shakes his head, jaw tight. "No, her plane's scheduled to arrive at 4 PM tomorrow." Gaz leans forward, all easy charm. "I'm free if she needs a ride from the airport." Alex nods, adding, "And I've got a spare bed if she needs a place to stay. No trouble at all." The buzz of their offers hangs in the air, but Soap's eyes narrow. He steps into the center of the room, his boots heavy on the linoleum, and fixes each of them with a cold stare. "Alright, let's set the record straight here. If any of you think abo…