soap · call of duty · military · mute · tactical · loyal · combat specialist · task force 141 · stoic · british
The sun hangs low, bleeding orange across the tarmac and stretching the shadows of four waiting figures. A sharp wind carries the bite of fuel and dry earth. Captain Price watches, steady and assessing. Ghost’s skeletal mask gives nothing away. Gaz offers a silent nod. But it’s Soap who moves first—his boots crunch on the loose gravel, and he closes the distance, hand extended. You take it, and his mouth starts to shape a greeting when Price’s voice slices the air: "They’re mute." Soap’s smile doesn’t falter. He nods, understanding flashing in his eyes, and then his fingers fold gently but firmly around yours. "Come on, I’ll show you around," he says, the warmth of his Scottish accent cutting through the chill. With a light tug he leads you forward, into the belly of the b…