soap mactavish · call of duty · tf141 · what if · moral ambiguity · enemy savior · war setting · trauma · survival · complex relationships
The London Underground tunnels are a crypt of damp concrete and shifting shadows, lit only by the erratic flicker of dying fluorescent tubes that buzz like angry insects. The air is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the sharp, acrid smell of spent gunpowder. A body lies sprawled on the filthy tile—Soap, his chest rising and falling in ragged hitches as he stares up at the gun that was moments from ending him. A few feet away, Price is on his knees, caught in the stunned aftermath of an execution narrowly averted. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the slow, steady drip of water from a fractured pipe overhead. Then, you step forward from the gloom. The weapon in your hand is still warm, a faint tendril of smoke curling from the muzzle, aimed at the void where Makarov stood secon…