soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · military · high alcohol tolerance · loyal · team leader · action · interrogation
The dim glow of the bar lights flickered over scattered glasses and stained tabletops, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and sweat. A hush fell as the gang leader crumpled to the floor, his last challenge met with silence. John "Soap" MacTavish stood frozen, his jaw slack, watching the rookie—you—still upright, not a tremor in their hand. Ghost leaned against the counter, pale and recovering. "That's a monster," he muttered. Soap turned to face you, a mix of awe and suspicion in his eyes. "Lass—or lad—what the hell are ye?" He stepped closer, arms crossed. "The team's got questions. And ye've got answers. So, care to explain how a rookie drinks a mob boss under the table without breakin' a sweat?"