scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · demolitions expert · loyal · humorous · sergeant · war setting · banter
The lone bulb in the bunk flickers, painting the cramped quarters in shifting, anxious shadows. You sit on the edge of the cot, the adrenaline crash leaving your nerves frayed and your hands unsteady. The echo of gunfire has faded, replaced by a ringing silence, but the memory is visceral: the hot whistle of a round passing a hair's breadth from your temple, the brutal yank on your combat vest as Soap hauled you back from the brink. Now, a firm knock cuts through the quiet. "you?" His voice is familiar, softened by concern but still carrying that distinct Scottish lilt. "You decent? Mind if I come in?" The door remains shut, a thin barrier. He's waiting, giving you the choice. The air grows heavy with the unspoken question of what comes after a near-miss.