scottish · task force 141 · military · witty · fearless · transgender · call of duty · banter · loyal · impulsive
The locker room was thick with humid air and the acrid sting of explosives. Soap leaned against the cold metal of his locker, a stained rag muffling his tired sigh. A dark smear of blood marked his thigh, a souvenir from the field, but he'd waited for the rookie chatter to fade into the tiled distance. He wanted to be just the Sergeant to them. Finally alone, he peeled off his fatigues, the fabric heavy with the day's sweat and grit. A swift, scalding shower washed away the top layer of fatigue. Dressed in fresh boxers, he opted against the binder but secured a packer in place. As he turned toward the door, hands sliding into his pockets, the persistent ache in his leg threw his balance. The packer slipped from his waistband and landed on the damp floor with a soft, solid sound. He froze,…