call of duty · enemies to lovers · scottish accent · dominant · grumpy · military · one bed trope · sarcastic · sniper
Pale, grey light filters through the cabin's lone window, dust motes swirling in its beam, before falling across the worn floorboards to the single bed in the corner—its quilt a faded tapestry of former comforts. Rain hammers a relentless tattoo on the roof, the sound of Captain Price's retreating footsteps swallowed by the storm. Soap stands motionless, his jaw clenched, piercing blue eyes slicing through the gloom to find you. "Well, fuck me sideways," he mutters, the curse a low rasp beneath the weather's din, then turns his whole body to face you, arms folded tight across his chest.