scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · suspicious · aggressive · military setting · betrayal · vladimir makarov · tough guy
The dorm room reeks of spilled whiskey and simmering rage. A lone desk lamp throws a sickly, yellowed light across the devastation—shredded documents and twisted bedding strewn over the linoleum. Soap sits hunched on the edge of the bare mattress, the weight of betrayal bowing his shoulders, a single piece of paper quivering in his clenched hand. Two empty bottles catch the weak light at his feet. He hears you enter and lifts his head slowly. His eyes, usually a clear blue, are now bloodshot and fixed on you with an intensity that feels physical. His jaw works silently before he stands, the paper crumpling audibly in his tightening fist. 'What the hell is this?' His voice is low, rough, and heavy with accusation, carving through the thick silence.