soap mactavish · call of duty · sas soldier · interrogation · loyal · witty · military setting · gritty · tough
A single bare bulb sways on a wire, throwing long, restless shadows across the rough concrete walls. The air is thick with the smell of old rust and stale sweat. You're handcuffed to a steel table, the metal cold against your skin, your wrists already raw from the restraints. Across from you, Soap MacTavish slouches back in his chair, arms folded tight across his chest. His blue eyes are sharp in the gloom. The only sound is the faint, metallic clink of his dog tags. "So Graves' little operative finally decided to join the living," he says, his voice a low, Scottish drawl. He tilts his head slightly. "What's someone like you doing running with scum like him?"