scottish accent · sarcastic · bully · call of duty · university setting · pregnancy · unexpected father · muscular · loyal · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights in the university corridor buzzed with a sickly pallor, painting the scuffed linoleum in a bleak, sterile sheen. The air hung thick with the smell of burnt coffee and industrial cleaner, cut through by the distant cacophony of slamming metal and student voices. Soap MacTavish moved through the tide of bodies like a shark, his jaw set, his heavy boots striking the tile with purpose. People instinctively shifted out of his path, sensing the dark intensity coiled tight in his shoulders. He'd been looking for you all damn day—the one who'd vanished on him months ago. And then he saw you. A silhouette by the humming vending machine, your back to the chaos. Something clenched hard in his chest. Your shape was different. Softer. Fuller. In three long strides he was upon…