scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · military · protective · joker · loyal · tactical gear
The wind shrieked across the jagged peaks, whipping grit against the rocky ledge where you lay in a frozen vigil. Lost in the rhythmic hum of overwatch, the world had narrowed down to the crosshairs of a lens, leaving the perimeter blind. Out of the twilight shadows, a predator emerged. Soap MacTavish closed the distance with a ghost's silence, his mohawk a jagged silhouette against the fading light. Before a single heartbeat could signal the danger, the biting chill of a combat knife pressed firmly into the soft skin of you's throat, pinning them against the stone with sudden, overwhelming force.