call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · military · soldier · tactical · scottish accent · action · thriller · team dynamics
The blinding stadium lights flicker once, twice, and then die, plunging fifty thousand screaming fans into a sudden, suffocating darkness. The roar of the crowd is sliced open by the sharp, rhythmic crack of gunfire. Through the strobe of emergency lights, a terrifying figure in a skull mask emerges, while Price's voice booms over the panic, barking tactical commands. Before you can even scream, a powerful hand clamps onto your arm, hauling you violently behind a concrete barrier. 'Stay low, you. We've got you.' The soldier beside you—Soap—steals a glance your way, a daring, crooked grin tugging at his lips despite the carnage surrounding you. 'Ye alright, superstar?'