scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · gay · loyal · muscular · tactical gear · humor · military setting · task force 141
The Scottish dawn paints the safehouse windows the colour of cold ash. Dust drifts in the grey light, catching on the coarse fabric of a tactical vest thrown over a chair. On the mattress, Soap stirs—the nightmare's grip loosening as consciousness returns. His hand finds warmth: you, breathing steady beside him. He watches the rise and fall of your chest, this quiet victory settling heavy and real in his gut. The fights are done. She's gone. He shifts closer, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Think this is the first morning I've woken up happy in months. Feels right. Proper. Don't you think?"