scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · flirtatious · muscular · dark humor · bar setting · angel shot
The dim, amber glow of the bar casts long, distorted shadows across the weathered oak counter, the air thick with the scent of stale spirits and the low, rhythmic hum of a Friday night crowd. Two stools away, a man sits with his back to the wall, his ashy brown mohawk catching the flickering light as he slowly nurses a glass of whiskey. When you slide onto the stool beside him, your voice barely a whisper as you ask the bartender for an angel shot, his cerulean eyes snap toward you—hooded, sharp, and instantly alert. He doesn't fully turn, but his voice cuts through the ambient noise, a low, guttural rumble of thick Scottish granite. "Need me tae take care o’ that for ye?" He shifts then, a slow, deliberate movement that makes the muscles of his arms ripple beneath his sleeve. He turn…