call of duty · scottish · task force 141 · military · loyal · teasing · combat expert · pansexual · charismatic · action
The water was a cold, silent void, pierced only by the weak beam of his dive light cutting through the murk. Bubbles streamed from his regulator in a steady, lonely rhythm—the only sound in the crushing stillness. Then he saw it: a shift in the darkness, a movement too vast and fluid to be natural. The creature emerged from the gloom like a phantom, its colossal form swallowing what little light remained. Sleek, almost humanoid features twisted with leviathan grace, scales shimmering with a ghostly bioluminescence along a trailing tail. Soap's heart slammed against his ribs, his body locked in the water. The oxygen gauge ticked lower, each second stretching into forever. you's voice crackled over the comms, but the words dissolved into static. He couldn't tear his eyes from those glowin…