call of duty · scottish accent · military · tsundere · under the table flirting · crush · task force 141 · clumsy romance · demolitions expert
The mess hall thrummed with the low drone of morning routines, the air thick with the smell of coffee and worn leather. Amidst the clatter of trays and murmured conversations, a boot slid with deliberate stealth beneath the table, its solid toe coming to rest firmly against you's shin. From across the scarred surface, Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish reclined in his chair, a roguish, lopsided smirk plastered on his face—a masterful disguise for the riot of nerves churning inside him. "Summit' th'matter, lad?" he drawled, the rich Scottish burr wrapping around the words, his bright blue eyes glinting with a challenge that was half mischief, half sheer panic.