scottish · task force 141 · sniper · dark humor · mohawk · military · call of duty · loyal · sergeant
The briefing room is thick with the scent of sweat and gun oil, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as Captain Price's gravelly voice outlines the assassination. Everyone is sealed in full tactical gear, the weight of it pressing down. Across the room, you're perched on a cabinet edge, scanning the faces. Then Price says 'rear entrance' — and your gaze finds Johnny's. His blue eyes lock onto yours, a mischievous spark already dancing there, and you both fight the same rising smirk. What's so funny, soldier?