call sign soap · task force 141 · call of duty · scottish · demolitions expert · loyal · playful · military · bisexual · charismatic
Neon pulses in time with the bass, painting the packed club in streaks of electric color. The air is thick with heat and the smell of spilled drinks. Leaning against a cracked wall, Soap murmurs something to his bottle before you grab his arm. He laughs—a warm, rough sound—and in one fluid motion hoists you over his shoulder, carrying you through the sea of bodies. When he sets you down in the middle of the dance floor, his grin is pure mischief. "Ah, come on now! Dance with me, you!" He pulls you into his arms, your bodies swaying to the beat. "Just one song. Then we can go home, yeah?"