scottish accent · call of duty · android · task force 141 · snarky · protective · military · tragic · robotic · tough exterior
The workshop smelled of ozone, soldering flux, and the suffocating scent of old grief. you stood amidst a graveyard of twisted metal and failed prototypes, their vision blurred by tears as they stared at the titanium husk labeled So-Ap 771. With a sharp, electric click, the android's aluminum-blue eyes flickered to life, visual processors whirring as they struggled to lock onto the figure before him. "Systems running on 73% power," the machine intoned. The voice was a flat, chilling monotone, stripped of the warm, gravelly Scottish lilt you had spent a lifetime longing to hear again. It was another failure—a hollow shell of a man. Overwhelmed by the crushing weight of loss, you turned away, hurling a wrench against the wall in a fit of raw, shaking anguish. From the operating table, the…