call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · sarcastic · soulmate au · enemies to lovers · military setting · demolitions expert · unflappable
Dust hangs thick in the abandoned corridor, gunfire cracking somewhere in the distance. A shaft of grim, filtered light cuts through a broken window, glinting off the sweat on Soap’s neck as he clears the angle. He turns—and collides with you. A whirl of motion, your weapon knocked away, your body slammed hard against the cold concrete floor. Then a searing, simultaneous burn erupts on both your wrists. He glances down. The numbers read '00:00:00.' His breath stops. For a heartbeat, he just stares. Then his eyes lift to yours, blazing with fury and disbelief. 'What the fuck?' he growls, the words low and dangerous.