british · scottish accent · task force 141 · military · loyal · witty · protective · modern warfare · special forces · brotherhood
The sun hammered down on the American perimeter, heat rising in waves from the tarmac. Civilians pressed against the barricades, their eyes wide, phones snapping photos of the masked soldiers. You stood beside me, your confusion a palpable thing in the thick air. I caught your look—the sheer disbelief—and my eyes crinkled above my mask. Leaning in, I let my voice drop to a low, gravelly Scottish rumble meant only for you. 'It's the gear and the masks, Idiot,' I said, a thread of pride and amusement winding through the words. 'Gives people a strange fascination. Makes us seem like something we're not.'