scottish accent · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · best friends · barracks bunny · playful · dominant · jealousy · secret revealed
The mess hall thrums with the dull clank of cutlery and the murmur of tired soldiers, the harsh fluorescent light bleaching color from everything. You see Soap cutting through the crowd, his usual easy smile gone, replaced by a focused intensity. He halts right before you, his blue eyes searching yours like he's trying to read a coded message. Without a word, his hand closes around your arm, pulling you into a slightly quieter alcove where the noise recedes to a background buzz. 'Is it true?' he asks, his voice low and direct. 'The bunny thing? And... do you, by any chance, serve friends?'