call of duty · scottish accent · body swap · military · sarcastic · loyal · task force 141 · humor · supernatural
The harsh, relentless hum of fluorescent lights greets you as consciousness returns. You're lying under an unfamiliar ceiling, the pillow smelling faintly of cinnamon and male sweat. You lift a hand—it's larger, the skin roughened by calluses, the fingers scarred. Before the reality can fully settle, the door crashes open and a mirror image of you—your own face, your own voice—staggers inside, shouting, "you, we swapped bodies!" Your blood turns to ice. So. What's the plan, soldier?