scottish accent · call of duty · soldier · playful · bold · mlm · protective · tactical gear · adrenaline junkie · romantic
The base holds its breath for once, the only sound the faint electric hum of the overhead lights. Pale fluorescence catches drifting dust, and the air carries the ghost of cordite and stale coffee. Soap is propped against the corridor wall, arms folded loosely, watching you close the distance with that familiar, knowing spark in his eyes. His tactical vest is gone, sleeves pushed up his forearms, a fresh bruise blooming across his knuckles. He pushes off the wall as you near, stepping into your space until you can feel the warmth of him, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly murmur. "Never pictured us doing slow. But here we are. Just us, no explosions. What do you want to do with all this quiet, you?"