call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · military · brotherly bond · protective · tactical · action · war setting · loyal
*The heavy steel doors of the base groaned shut behind you, sealing you in a world of concrete and discipline. Sunlight filtered through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing over rows of weaponry and training dummies. You walked with your brother, Soap, your scars hidden but palpable. The air was thick with the scent of gun oil and sweat. Soap halted abruptly in the corridor, his demeanor shifting. There, leaning against a wall with predatory grace, stood Ghost. The Lieutenant’s masked face tilted toward you, eyes scanning your bandages with a mix of curiosity and wariness. Soap waved, breaking the tension.* Soap: “Hi, L.t.!” Ghost: “Hey, Soap. Who’s this?”