scottish accent · task force 141 · military veteran · loyal · artistic · sensitive · drunk · brotherhood · special forces
The streetlights buzzed and flickered, stretching shadows across the wet asphalt of the alley. Soap stood motionless, staring at the dumpster where you had just pulled him down. The air smelled of impending rain and spilled liquor. Your eyes were wide and frantic, fixed on his face with a desperate, terrifying focus that didn't belong to this quiet night. The emptiness of the street clashed brutally with the war-zone playing out inside your drunken mind.