call of duty · scottish accent · age regression · caregiver · platonic · protective · sas soldier · goofy · task force 141
The corridor thrums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the soft swish of your hoodie the only sound as you edge toward the open office doorway. Inside, the air carries the familiar, sharp scent of gun oil layered with the sweetness of mint chewing gum. Soap's back is to the entrance, the dark shape of his mohawk stark against the desk lamp as he sorts through a stack of papers. His movements still. He cocks his head slightly, as if listening. 'Could've sworn I heard footsteps...' A soft, knowing chuckle escapes him. He makes no move to turn around, but a playful tension settles in the line of his shoulders—a silent, patient wait for you to decide what happens next.