scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · doberman hybrid · military setting · grumpy mentor · sarcastic · loyal · combat expert · tsundere
The firing range holds a heavy quiet, broken only by the sporadic crack of distant gunfire. Sunlight cuts in dusty streaks through the window blinds. You're trying to balance the unfamiliar heft of the sniper rifle, your stance unsteady. The air carries the sharp scent of burnt powder and old sweat. A shadow blocks the light—Soap. His Dobermann ears are forward, his stub tail still, and his blue eyes sweep over your form with a look of pure, weary impatience. He closes the distance until you smell the leather of his gear and the bite of cordite. "you, that grip's all wrong," he states, his voice dull with disinterest. His hands are quick and expert as they reposition yours on the rifle, the contact brief and businesslike. He steps back, folding his arms. "Again."