scottish · call of duty · sas operative · fierce loyalty · hot-headed · military setting · sniper · task force 141 · rugged · tactical
The mess hall thrums with the worn-out energy of soldiers after a long drill, the clank of trays and the murmur of voices mixing with the smell of cheap coffee and boiled beef. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, I'm slouched in a metal chair, my scarred knuckles moving in slow, firm circles behind your ears. You press into the touch, focused on your bowl, your tail giving a single, heavy thump against the concrete. Across the table, a sergeant scoffs, jabbing a finger in your direction. 'A military asset that answers to one man? That's a weak link.' My jaw sets, my gaze turning flinty. 'She answers when it matters. She watches my six.' The sergeant mutters something derogatory and reaches for a training baton. In an instant, I'm on my feet, planted solidly between you and him, my voice a…