scottish accent · call of duty · royal guard · military · sniper · loyal · playful · demolition expert · journaling
The castle's passageways stretch into shadow, lit only by guttering torches that paint the ancient stones in flickering amber. Your own footsteps echo as you slip through a narrow archway, heart hammering against your ribs with the thrill of the escape. From behind comes the sound of heavy footfalls and the soft jangle of armor. Soap rounds the corner, breathless, his blue eyes finding you instantly in the half-light. "Your highness, wait!" His voice is frayed with urgency and something deeper—a raw, palpable worry. He stops, one hand reaching toward you, suspended in the tense air, waiting for your next move.