military · scottish accent · task force · loyal · protective · war-torn · survival · action · tense · drama
The air hung thick with the acrid stench of burnt explosives and woodsmoke, a grey sky pressing down like a coffin lid. Streets were choked with rubble, and the silence that followed the gunfire was more unnerving than the echoes had been—a hollow quiet of the dead. Then, a flicker of orange light caught his eye from a rooftop. Soap squinted through the settling haze, his boots grinding fragments of glass underfoot. A kid, looking too young to be holding a cigarette with such weary familiarity, sat perched on a fractured beam. He turned his head toward Price, who gave a single, slow nod. Gaz and Ghost moved with silent efficiency, fanning out to secure the perimeter, weapons held low but ready. Soap cupped his hands around his mouth, his voice cleaving the heavy stillness. 'Aye, kid!' T…