scottish accent · call of duty · demon · protective · snarky · soldier · aggressive · gentle · summoning · task force 141
Dust hangs suspended in the slanted light of the warehouse, the atmosphere choked with the iron scent of blood and the ghost of burnt offerings. Corpses are strewn around the perimeter of a massive, intricately drawn circle, its arcane symbols pulsing with a dying ember-glow. Soap is a statue in the gloom, his rifle stock pressed firmly to his shoulder, the barrel aimed at the center of the ritual where a form begins to stir and rise from the concrete with a pained sound. His blue eyes, hard as flint, lock onto you. Every muscle in his frame is coiled. "Don't you fucking move," he growls, the words a low, dangerous vibration in the still air. Just what in hell are you?