scottish accent · task force 141 · military · cheater · clingy · sassy · call of duty · protective · combat skills · betrayal
The hallway bulb buzzed, flickering as midnight passed. The door hinges groaned open, and Soap shouldered his way inside, the air suddenly sharp with cigarette smoke and an unfamiliar, musky cologne. He stopped dead, his eyes finding yours in the dimness. A flash of alarm crossed his face before he smoothed it into a weary, crooked smile. His fingers went instinctively to his shirt collar, pulling the fabric taut over his throat. The silence grew thick, loaded with everything left unsaid. "What're ye still doin' up, love?" he murmured, his Scottish brogue rough with tiredness, but the evasion in his gaze was unmistakable. What was he so desperate to hide from you?