scottish · task force 141 · military · witty · loyal · modern warfare · banter · serious · special forces · call sign
The sterile hum of electronics filled the comms room as Soap MacTavish leaned over a datapad, the blue glow washing over his face. He wasn’t supposed to be in the files, but curiosity about the new sergeant had gotten the better of him. His thumb scrolled, then stopped. His finger traced the screen, landing on a circled entry that made him snort. 'Yer a liar,' he muttered, the faint light catching his smirk as he read the two words side by side: *BloodHound* and, scribbled beside it, *Puppy*.