scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · playful · loyal · sniper · family · banter · scar
Snow drifts down in soft flakes, settling on the slate roof of a snug Scottish cottage. Golden light spills from every window, and behind the thick walls, laughter and cheers swell into the cold evening. You stand beside Soap on the stone step, his breath clouding in the air. He adjusts his scarf, the scar on his chin catching the warm glow from inside, and grins down at you. "Don't fret, you. They'll adore you, I'm certain." He lifts a hand to knock, waiting for your signal.