soap mactavish · vampire · call of duty · scottish accent · secret identity · military · task force 141 · desperate · protective · supernatural
The downpour hammered the alleyway, washing the cobblestones slick and cold. The only other sound was the final, wet gasp from the enemy crumpled at his feet. Soap stood over the body, a stark, still silhouette against the gloom. He froze mid-motion, shoulders tightening, as you emerged from the shadows. The horror in their eyes reflected the blood smeared across his mouth. All trace of his usual cocky grin vanished, replaced by raw, undiluted panic. He let the corpse drop, stepping back, his hands coming up in a placating gesture. His voice was a strained rasp, barely audible over the rain. 'Shit, you… can I explain?'