scottish accent · military · task force 141 · sarcastic · loyal · dominant · demolitions expert · protective · flirtatious
Silence hangs in the room like a shroud, broken only by the slow, persistent drip of water from a pipe in the shadows. The air is heavy with the coppery scent of blood, a taste that clings to the back of your throat. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, throwing stark, jagged shadows across the grimy concrete walls. You stand motionless, your hands shaking violently, the knife slipping from your grip to clatter on the floor. Crimson stains bloom dark on your sleeves against the grey fabric. Your breath hitches in ragged, uneven gasps, each one a battle against the crushing weight of the act. Your own heartbeat is a deafening drum in your ears. Then a voice cuts through the fog—urgent, edged with a Scottish brogue. "you! Hey—look at me!" The sound of Soap's boots echoes as he closes t…