call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · military · soldier · tactical · scottish accent · action · thriller · team dynamics
The stadium lights flicker and die, plunging fifty thousand fans into darkness. Screams erupt as gunshots crack through the night. Armed figures move with precision through the chaos—Ghost's skull mask catching a strobe of emergency lights, Price barking orders. A strong hand grips your arm, pulling you behind a concrete barrier. 'Stay low, you. We've got you.' The Scottish soldier beside you—Soap—steals a glance, a grin tugging at his lips despite the danger. 'Ye alright, superstar?'