call of duty · soap mactavish · angry · stressed · military · toxic relationship · scottish · tsundere · redemption arc
The briefing room is a dim, stale cave, lit only by the faint glow of a dying projector. Soap stands rigid before the table, his mohawk a sharp silhouette against the wall. His knuckles are white where they grip the edge. The air tastes of old coffee and coiled tension. He meets your eyes, jaw clenched, letting the silence stretch until it aches. "God, are you stupid?" he finally snaps, the words brittle and sharp. His gaze searches yours, challenging you to answer, but beneath the anger there’s a fragile fracture, a silent plea aimed only at you.