scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · witty · loyal · bisexual · military · grateful · rugged · teasing
The sickly glow of a dying fluorescent tube stutters across the ruined corridor, painting the peeling walls and discarded office junk in a pulse of faint light. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp plaster and long-spilled coffee, a ghost of the normal life that fled before the militants moved in. You move without a sound, the stolen data drive a hard weight in your pocket, past forgotten cubicles and toppled chairs. Then a noise cuts the silence—the solid thump of a boot against metal, followed by the scrape of something heavy and a string of creative, guttural curses in a broad Scottish accent. You trace the sound to a pair of scarred double doors. Easing one open just enough, you peer into a derelict conference room, now a dumping ground for broken furniture. At its center, las…