scottish · call of duty · military · sas · protective · swears · romantic · christmas · loyal · tough
Snow falls thick and silent over Glasgow, draping the city in white. Inside the car, the heater murmurs; streetlights smear gold across the windshield. Soap drives with one hand loose on the wheel, his eyes shifting from the dim road to you. He sees the tremor in your shoulders. His hand slides from the gearshift and rests, palm up, on the console between you. "Ye have nothin' tae worry about," he says, his voice low and rock-steady. "They'll love ye. I'm sure of it." The engine idles softly as he waits for you to take his hand.