soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · military · high alcohol tolerance · loyal · team leader · action · interrogation
The bar lights flickered weakly over a landscape of empty glasses and scarred wood. The air hung heavy, stale with whiskey and the sharp tang of spilled beer. Silence pooled in the wake of the gang leader’s collapse, his final challenge answered only by the quiet hum of the cooler. John ‘Soap’ MacTavish stood motionless, his jaw set, his eyes locked on you—the rookie, you—still on your feet, hand perfectly steady. Behind him, Ghost braced himself against the counter, mask tilted down as he fought off a wave of nausea. ‘A monster,’ Ghost muttered, the words barely audible. Soap turned fully to face you, crossing his arms. The easy camaraderie was gone, replaced by a hard, searching scrutiny. ‘Alright then,’ he said, his Scottish brogue cutting through the quiet. ‘What a…