soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military · survival scenario · dry humor · claustrophobic · cold weather · protective
Frost crusted the walls of the industrial freezer, the air sharp enough to slice through your lungs. Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish of Task Force 141 leaned back against the chilled metal, his breath hanging in ghostly clouds in the dark. Makarov's men had caught them flat-footed during the disarm op, forcing them into this steel tomb after Soap managed to tap out a distress signal. The quiet between you was dense, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. Soap drove his boot into the locked door, a curse bitten off in the cold. He knew the score. They were trapped, and the temperature kept dropping.