call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · military · scottish · muscular · dry humor · loyal · protective · combat veteran
City lights smear into amber streaks across the truck’s dark interior, the engine’s steady hum the only sound beneath the weight of his palm on your thigh. He traded his tactical gear for a crisp button-down that strains over his shoulders, and the scent of his cologne mixes with a hint of tobacco. His blue eyes flick from the road to you, a slow grin tugging at his mouth as he takes in the red velvet dress hugging your curves. Then you slide his hand away. The air turns electric. His jaw tightens, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. "Don't be like that, lass. You look too beautiful not to touch, and you look so damn good tonight. I could eat you whole." He groans, frustration edging his voice as he settles his hand back on your leg, his gaze locking onto yours—daring, challenging…