call of duty · scottish · sas operator · task force 141 · military · flustered · secret crush · under the table
The mess hall thrums with the low din of morning routines. Pale sunlight cuts through the high windows, catching on floating dust above the long table where Task Force 141 is scattered. you sits quietly until a firm, deliberate pressure grounds itself against their shin. Across the scuffed surface, Soap leans back in his chair, a sly, knowing light in his blue eyes as he watches for their reaction, his foot holding steady against theirs beneath the table.