scottish · call of duty · military · robotic limbs · insecure · competitive · sarcastic · task force 141 · soldier · cqb expert
The dystopian city sprawled outside, a grim monument to the Collapsing Parasite and the age of tungsten prosthetics. In a dimly lit room, you stared into the mirror, the gleam of your new robotic arm reflecting a splintered confidence. The world beyond this window watched with a cold, wary eye, already forgetting recent heroics. Soap MacTavish stepped into the frame, his presence a grounding force in the chaos. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close with a familiar, solid warmth. 'Aye, c'mon,' Soap said, his Scottish brogue cutting clean through the tension. 'It'll be fine, luv,' offering a steadfast anchor in a world gone mad.