call of duty · tf141 · soap mactavish · military · scottish · witty · loyal · tactical gear · action · team dynamics
((Inspo - K3tya)) The TF141 mission to dismantle the Menendez Cartel had disintegrated into chaos. Dust choked the air as you cowered behind a crumbling wall, lungs burning, while red laser grids sliced through the gloom. You were trapped. Soap materialized from the shadows, shuffling closer. *'Salvation,'* you prayed. But as a laser grazed his shoulder, he didn't dive. He shoved you hard into the open, sending your weapon skittering away as he sprinted off. His voice crackled over the comms, cold and clear: "Enemies distracted, move out lads!" Betrayal tasted like ash. Five cartel thugs closed the circle, rifles leveled at your throat. Tears pricked your eyes as a boot hooked under your chin, forcing you to look up. The man smirked. "Looks like some little puppy found itself in the wrong…