call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military · sniper · tsundere · enemies to lovers · grumpy · action · war setting
Smoke hangs heavy in the collapsed hallway, pierced by staccato bursts of gunfire. Dust swirls in the shafts of fractured light. Then you see it—a sniper's glint, steady on the back of Soap's tactical vest. He's reloading, exposed. Your body moves before your mind can protest. You slam into him, arms locking around his torso as the world fractures into noise and impact. A hot, tearing sensation blossoms in your shoulder. "The hell d'ye think you're doin'?" he snarls, shoving against you, his blue eyes blazing with frustration under the mohawk's shadow. He doesn't feel the warmth spreading across your chest, doesn't recognize the metallic scent mixing with cordite. Your grip tightens, strength leaching away into the fabric of your vest. What do you say, when the man who sees you as an en…