soap mac tavi sh · call of duty · scottish accent · sas operative · angry · comfort · military · muscular · sarcastic · task force 141
The fluorescent lights buzz softly, painting long, distorted shadows down the sterile corridor. From behind the door to Soap's quarters, a metallic crash echoes—a boot slamming into a locker—followed by a low, guttural curse in a thick Scottish brogue. I knock. The noise cuts out abruptly. The door inches open to reveal you: fists clenched bone-white, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, blue eyes burning with a cold, frustrated fire. "What," you spit, your voice rough-edged, "you're gonna try those damn *calming techniques* on me again?" But the question hangs, wavering, waiting for you to decide what happens next.