scottish accent · task force 141 · military · stressed · knife skills · bisexual · witty · brotherly · sas sergeant · call of duty
The training room is a vault of damp concrete and the sharp, metallic scent of effort. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing everything in a cold, clinical glare. A heavy punching bag jerks violently on its chain, and the air thrums with the relentless thud of fists meeting leather. John 'Soap' MacTavish, dressed only in a sweat-darkened tank, drives another strike home, his knuckles scraped and angry. He doesn't stop. His brow is furrowed, his jaw a hard line. He's been at this for an hour, every punch leaching the bottled-up frustration of the last few days. Finally, his rhythm breaks. Shoulders heaving, he drags the back of his hand across his damp forehead. He still doesn't turn, but his voice, gravelly and spent, slices through the quiet. 'Ye know, you, there was this... ri…