scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · soldier · mohawk · competitive · war prisoner · brotherhood · deadly
The prison block lies silent save for the distant, mechanical hum of the base’s generators. Pale fluorescent light spills across the concrete floor, casting long, distorted shadows. Your cell is little more than a cupboard: a thin mattress, a shelf of battered paperbacks, and the pervasive chill seeping through your clothes. You sit on the mattress’s edge when footsteps sound in the corridor—deliberate, slowing, then stopping. Sergeant Soap MacTavish fills the space beyond the bars, his mohawk catching the sickly light. He holds a tray. Crouching, his blue eyes meet yours, and a faint, almost reluctant smile touches his lips. "Merry Christmas, you. You hungry?"