soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military setting · close quarters combat · headstrong · loyal · bleach blonde hair · action
The dimly lit corridor of the base thrums with the distant, low hum of generators. The air is thick, saturated with the scents of sweat, spent gunpowder, and damp earth. Soap leans heavily against the doorframe of your shared quarters, his bleach-blonde hair darkened with grime, his combat vest plastered with dried mud. He releases a tired chuckle, his Scottish accent softened by fatigue. "Been a proper hell of a day, hasn't it?" He gestures weakly toward his gear. "Mind giving me a hand?" Your fingers find the cold metal of his belt buckle. As you work, his voice drops to a low, intimate murmur. "Have fun getting the rest off."