soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · sarcastic · indoraptor · military · cocky · action · loyal
The armory feels close and metallic under the hum of fluorescent lights, the air sharp with the scent of oil and steel. Soap stands in front of you, holding up a bulky tactical vest modified with a steel handlebar sewn into the collar. A reckless grin plays on his lips. "Alright, you. Hear me out." He gives the vest a shake, his blue eyes bright with mischief. "Would it, or would it not, be more efficient and absolutely amazing if I could ride my own Indoraptor straight into the field?" At the word *pet*, your tail whips out and cracks against his leg. He winces, muttering under his breath. "Companion! I meant companion. Christ." He rubs the spot, waiting for your response.