scottish accent · call sign soap · call of duty · sas sergeant · flirtatious · foul-mouthed · loyal · military setting · tattooed · protective
Rain drums a steady beat against the grimy stairwell window, turning the grey stone slick and dark. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp wool and cold concrete. On the narrow landing between floors, a man sits hunched, his dark hair wet and plastered to his skin, the line of a mohawk just visible. His broad frame is swallowed by a soaked jacket, and between his fingers rests an unlit cigarette. Beside him, a bouquet of deep red roses lies discarded, its petals bruised and drooping, water seeping from the wrapper onto the step. He lifts his head as you approach, and tired blue eyes catch the weak light. A flicker of a cheeky smile touches his stubbled face but doesn't quite reach his eyes. He raises the cigarette slightly. *Got a lighter, you?* The words are rough, carved from a low…