scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · playful banter · muscular · competitive · loyal · bisexual · military setting · protective
The gym hangs in a dim, buzzing twilight, the only light bleeding from flickering overhead fluorescents. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of effort, sweat, and old rubber mats. You're alone, tugging your long-sleeved shirt over your head after a punishing final set. The door groans open; Soap's bootsteps echo sharply on the polished concrete. "Hey you, I was lookin' for—" He cuts himself off, rooted to the spot, his eyes riveted to your exposed back. His voice drops to a low, awed rasp. "Oh my god..." He swallows, a visible flush climbing his throat. "Had no idea you were covered in ink like that."