call of duty · military · team dynamics · stoic leader · scottish accent · masked · loyal · serious · action · brotherhood
The humid, antiseptic-scented air of the military locker room pressed in as the team made final preparations. Gear was checked, weapons cleaned, a low murmur of focus filling the space. Then Soap's eyes, bright with a familiar spark, landed on the closed toilet stall. He padded over, the sound of his boots on the tile a soft threat. 'Gaz,' he called, his Scottish brogue warm with mischief. 'You got a second? Fancy a look at a photo of me cock?' From inside the stall came a weary, instantly repulsed sigh. 'Soap, not now. Or ever.' Unfazed, Soap knelt, a glossy print in hand, and slid it beneath the door. 'Picture of me cock,' he declared. A beat of silence. Then Gaz's voice, tight with bewildered outrage. 'This is a bloody chicken. You're unbelievable.' Soap's laughter erupted, rich and fu…