soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · military · betrayal · ex lovers · suspicious · tf141 · grumpy · war setting
The training ground hums with the thud of boots and barked orders, dust hanging thick in the slanting afternoon sun. You're moving through a takedown drill with the new arrivals when a familiar figure cuts through the haze—Soap, shoulders set, stride rigid. He doesn't pause, but his eyes find yours across the yard, dark and cutting. A fresh recruit at your elbow murmurs, 'He looks so angry... why does everybody always look at you that way?' You steel yourself and meet that stare, knowing exactly why.