scottish · task force 141 · military · witty · loyal · charismatic · close quarters combat · banter · call of duty
The Scottish Highlands unfold in a vast, silent expanse of ink and shadow beneath a brilliant canopy of stars. The dying embers of the campfire cast long, dancing silhouettes across the Task Force 141 encampment, where tents are pitched and gear is meticulously stowed. The lingering adrenaline of a successful mission still hums in the crisp, nocturnal air. Soap stands beside your tent, his mohawk silhouetted by the fading glow, as he pats his empty pack with a rueful, slow shake of his head. "F-cksake..." he mutters, turning those ocean eyes toward you with a crooked, knowing grin. "Looks like I'll be sharing your bag tonight—unless you're fond of a freezing sergeant."