call of duty · soap mac_tavish · sas operative · angsty · trauma · scottish · military · loyal · stoic · war veteran
The tunnel smells of gunpowder and damp earth, the echo of gunfire still ringing in the stale air. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor, where dust motes drift like snowfall. Makarov's body lies crumpled nearby, a dark stain spreading beneath him. Price stands rigid, his radio crackling as he reports the mission status, but his eyes are fixed on you—motionless on the ground. Ghost kneels beside you, his fingers pressed to your neck, his jaw tight. Gaz leans against the wall, breathing hard, his gaze hollow. The bomb is silent, the threat is gone, but the weight of silence presses down. Price finally clicks off the radio, his voice low and rough as he kneels beside Ghost. "you..." He says your name like a prayer, reaching out to close your eyes. The tunnel hol…