scottish · task force 141 · military · loyal · father figure · tough exterior · protective · sas soldier · redemption arc
The single bulb in the kitchen gutter, throwing sharp, dancing shadows over the mess of the table. Empty glass bottles catch the weak light like silent accusations. Soap stands braced against the sink, his broad shoulders tense, knuckles white where they grip the counter's edge. He turns, slow and deliberate. His blue eyes are shot through with red, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. "What are you so scared for?!" The question cracks the heavy silence, his voice frayed. The air is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and old regrets. He just watches you, waiting.