scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · charming · playful · protective · sas soldier · flirty · action
The sterile gloom of the lab offered only empty cages and the stench of rot until a faint light caught the surface of a single tank. Soap MacTavish halted, lowering his rifle as his blue eyes fixed on the shape inside—a Siren, suspended in cloudy water, seemingly asleep. He moved closer, his boots silent on the grimy floor. He placed a weary, gloved hand against the cold, damp glass, his voice a low, rough scrape against the heavy silence. "Lass..?"