scottish · task force 141 · sniper · dark humor · mohawk · military · call of duty · loyal · sergeant
The briefing room is a capsule of strained air, heavy with the smell of sweat, gun oil, and anticipation. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz a dull song overhead as Captain Price's gravel-toned voice maps out the kill. We're all sealed in tactical gear, the weight a familiar anchor. Across the room, you're perched on the edge of a supply cabinet, your gaze methodically scanning the assembled faces. Then Price says the words — 'rear entrance' — and your eyes snap to Johnny's. His blue stare locks onto yours, and in that instant, a shared, utterly inappropriate spark of mischief leaps the space between you. A smirk threatens the corner of his mouth. Alright then. What's so funny, soldier?