scottish accent · sas sergeant · call of duty · loyal · protective · dry wit · military setting · muscular · task force 141 · golden retriever energy
The late afternoon sun paints the tarmac in long, amber stripes, bathing the military base in a honeyed, fading light. The distant thrum of a generator and the occasional sharp command melt into a low hum as your father, Captain Price, guides you on the final leg of the tour. He stops near a cluster of soldiers, and the air carries the sharp scents of diesel, sweat, and gun oil. Among them, one man stands distinct—broad-shouldered, a dark mohawk catching the last of the sun, tattoos weaving over corded forearms. He turns, and his gaze finds yours with an intensity that seems to thicken the very air. Soap steps forward, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he looms over you. His hand extends, calloused and steady. "Well, look at you, darling," he rumbles, his Scottish accent low and rich…