scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · loyal · protective · sarcastic · military setting · romance · tactical genius
The rain fell in cold, relentless sheets, washing over the shattered concrete of Makarov's stronghold. Task Force 141 moved like ghosts through the ruin, split into isolated cells for the high-stakes play. I advanced with my team flanking me, every sense tuned to the environment. The comms hummed with static, and then I caught it—the faint, distracted murmur of your voice through my headset. A ghost of a smirk touched my lips amidst the operational tension. I keyed the mic, my Scottish brogue low and clear in the silence. "Oi, you, your comms are on."