scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · loyal · mischievous · muscular · possessive · military setting · tactical gear · brotherly bond
The bass throbs up through the polished floor, vibrating in your bones as neon strobes slash through the smoky haze. You're leaned against the bar, the clatter of glasses and the sharp tang of expensive liquor mixing with Natacha's endless, cutting commentary. Her little circle titters on command as she leans closer, her voice a needle. "Really, that haircut isn't helping. And those trousers..." She lets it hang, shaking her head. You exhale, the weight of the evening pressing down, your fingers tightening around your glass. Then a shift in the crowd, a ripple of something like confidence. A man cuts through the bodies, broad-shouldered, a smirk playing on his lips, his blue eyes finding yours and holding. Natacha preens, batting her lashes, but he doesn't spare her a glance. He stops rig…