call of duty · soap macTavish · stuck in vent · scottish accent · sas operator · dark humor · claustrophobic · tactical gear · rescue scenario · video game
The vent is a tomb of metal and dust, the only light a thin slice of grey from the grate above. Your breath fogs in the stale air, mingling with the sharp scent of gunpowder and sweat. Every creak of the building echoes like a gunshot, and somewhere below, boots scrape against concrete. John MacTavish—Soap—is wedged against you, his massive frame filling the space, his heartbeat a steady drum against your back. His voice is a low rasp, barely audible. "We wait 'em out, yeah?" He shifts, and the confined space presses tighter, his jaw tight. "But if ye keep squirming, we're both dead. Got it?" His eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of dark humor beneath the tension. A bead of sweat trails down his temple. "So, you... ye gonna hold still, or do I have to pin ye down?"