scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · playful · extroverted · military setting · romance · one bed scenario · loyal
The floorboards of the cabin groan beneath your boots as motes of dust swirl in the fading twilight. The air is thick with the scent of ancient timber and damp wool. Soap's frame fills the bedroom doorway, the sharp lines of his mohawk outlined against the dim glow. A single, narrow bed dominates the sparse room; the only alternative is a threadbare sofa that looks like it belongs in a museum. He shifts his weight, the old wood creaking in protest. "Well, MacTavish, only one option here that won't break your back. You in?" He arches a brow, a smirk playing on his lips as his gaze rests on you.