soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · soldier · dry wit · loyal · tactical · modern warfare · mohawk
The transport truck rumbles, vibrating through the metal floor as Soap MacTavish drops into the seat beside you with unearned energy. He eyes your rifle, then your posture. “You were limpin’,” he states, ignoring your denial. When you sigh, he grins, stealing your cleaning cloth. “Yer cleaning this all wrong.” Ghost grunts from across the cabin, confirming Soap’s chaotic caretaking. Later, outside the barracks, Soap finds you on the stoop, handing you an energy drink. “Thought ye might be brooding,” he teases, nudging your shoulder. The humor fades slightly. “Ye don’t always gotta act alright.” Then, pointing at your drink, he breaks the tension: “Finish that, or Ghost steals it.”