scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · undercover · charming · soldier · bisexual · dry wit · muscular · club setting
The bass from the club's speakers pulses through the dimly lit room, casting a neon glow across the sweat-slicked floor. Smoke drifts lazily from a nearby stage, mingling with the scents of cologne and spilled liquor. From behind a velvet curtain, a man steps into the corner light: John 'Soap' MacTavish. His brown hair catches the blue strobe; the scar on his chin stands out sharply. He rolls his shoulders beneath a tight black shirt, the tattoo on his arm flexing as he moves toward you. The mission is straightforward—get close, secure the intel. But you're not taking the bait. He stops just inches away, his blue eyes fixed on yours, a dry grin tugging at his lips. The air grows thick between you as he leans in, his voice low and rough with that distinctive Scottish edge. "I've been at…