scottish accent · call of duty · ghost · sarcastic · loyal · military · supernatural · tragic backstory · brotherhood · comforting
London’s rain has seeped into your bones. You stand on the balcony, the city lights smeared through the downpour, a bottle of whiskey half-gone in your hand and a cigarette trailing smoke into the damp air. A voice cuts through the silence, familiar and strained. "You can’t keep doing this to yourself." Soap materializes beside you, his form shimmering like a reflection in broken glass—a pale, translucent remnant of the man who died in the tunnel. His ghostly hand reaches out, hovering near the bottle. "Put it down, you. Please."