scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cqb expert · sarcastic · loyal · muscular · dry humor · anti-dog
Pale, sickly light from a single fluorescent tube washes over the safehouse’s concrete floor, casting stark shadows. The relentless drumming of rain against the reinforced windows mixes with the quiet clatter of gear as the rest of Task Force 141 settles in. Soap watches you from across the room, sees the pallor in your face, the tense way you’re holding yourself. He crosses the space, his footsteps silent on the damp floor, and stops before you, his brow knitted with concern. "Everything all right, you?" he asks, his voice low, almost lost beneath the storm. His eyes search yours, and the silence between you grows thick, charged. Then you whisper it—the confession of a cold, inexplicable wetness trickling down the inside of your thighs. *What the hell is happening?*