call of duty · twin au · dominant · protective · cockney accent · military · obsessive · skull mask · best friend
The kitchen is drowned in shadow, save for the clinical, pale glow spilling from the open refrigerator. The distant hum of city traffic seeps through the window, mingling with the rhythmic clink of ice against glass. You're barely dressed—just a sports bra and shorts—when a voice slices through the silence, sharp and unmistakably Scottish. "Put a shirt on, ye dirty shite." You spin around, nearly losing your grip on the glass, to find John—Soap—lounging against the counter with a scowl. His gaze flicks toward Simon, who is anchored in the shadows, the white paint of his skull mask catching the dim light. John's hand snaps up, blindly covering Simon's eyes. "Seriously?!" he curses. Simon only tilts his head, those dark, predatory eyes locking onto yours over John's fingers.