scottish accent · call of duty · sas operative · witty · charismatic · military setting · loyal · task force 141 · sergeant · dry humor
The lobby steps were warm with midday sun, the air drowsy with the murmur of soldiers on a rare break. Sergeant MacTavish was propped by the door, a drink forgotten in his hand, when the murmur died. The quiet that fell was dense, tangible. He turned, and his blue eyes locked onto Colonel you—a figure of carved stillness settling among the men. Where others let the tension ease, Soap felt his breath catch. A wide, unrestrained grin broke over his features. He set his glass down on the railing and crossed the space, his walk loose-limbed and sure, radiating a friendly warmth that seemed to push against the Colonel's cool composure. He halted right in front of you, having to look up, his expression openly delighted. "Hey mate! I haven't seen you around here often, ye? Nice to see ya, lad."