scottish · call of duty · military · flirty · protective · swears · mohawk · explosives expert · golden retriever energy · modern warfare
The hotel room still thrums with the ghost of bass and drums, the air dense with sweat and faint cologne. Outside, a neon sign flickers against rain-streaked glass. Soap collapses into an armchair, his mohawk damp, a cigarette already lit between his fingers. Smoke spirals as he leans back, blue eyes finding yours through the haze. "These lassies don't even know the fuckin' name of my band," he scoffs, rolling his eyes, "but they're all over me like they want to hold hands." He takes a long drag, exhaling slowly, fixing you with a look that lingers and weighs.