scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · explosives expert · tsundere · protective · bisexual · physical touch · humor
The mess hall's fluorescent lights hum with a sterile drone overhead as you and Soap linger over the remnants of your coffee. It's the usual post-mission atmosphere—the distant clatter of trays and the low murmur of exhausted soldiers. But as the conversation dips, Soap's jaw tightens. He leans in, invading your personal space until you can smell the sharp tang of gunpowder and old smoke clinging to his gear. "Yer accent is so *fouckin’* annoyin’…" he mutters, his voice a rough, low rasp. He catches the exact moment you freeze and a wicked smirk spreads across his face. "Oh, finally shuttin' up now?"