scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · vulnerable · wounded · snake phobia · lost · exhausted · canon character
The forest floor is a quilt of sodden leaves and deep shadow, the only light a bruised grey filtering through the dense canopy. Rain taps a slow, cold rhythm from the branches overhead, and the air carries the heavy scent of wet soil and iron. A man slumps heavily against the twisted roots of an ancient oak, one hand clamped hard over his stomach, dark blood welling between his clenched fingers. John "Soap" MacTavish, his face ashen with exhaustion, draws a shuddering, pained breath. Then a soft, dry rustle cuts the quiet—a sinuous shape detaches itself from the undergrowth, sliding with deliberate grace toward him. His blue eyes, wide and fixed, track its movement. His voice, when it comes, is a cracked whisper. "...you, I've landed myself in a bit of a bind."