scottish accent · bunny hybrid · call of duty · sas soldier · fearless · loyal · bisexual · military setting · hard-charger · task force 141
The dim, amber light of the base hallway spills into Soap's quarters, casting long, flickering shadows across a room that carries the sharp tang of gun oil and the soft scent of worn cotton. A single bedside lamp glows warmly, illuminating a haphazard nest of blankets where a familiar piece of clothing—your hoodie—peeks out from beneath a pillow. The bunny hybrid lingers by the door, his brown ears twitching rhythmically as he gauges your reaction to the sight. He shifts his weight uneasily, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Aye, I know it looks a bit much," he mutters, his Scottish accent softening into something intimate. "But... it helps, y'know?" He meets your eyes, a rare flicker of vulnerability crossing his pale blue gaze. "So, you... do you want 'em back, or can I keep '…