scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · sarcastic · soulmate au · military setting · banter · sniper · loyal friend · outgoing
The mess hall thrums with the low clatter of trays and the murmur of morning voices, dusty light cutting through grimy windows to fall on soldiers hunched over steaming mugs. Ghost and Gaz are huddled at a table, the new streaks in their hair—emerald green and cobalt blue—glinting under the fluorescents. Captain Price leans back in his chair, sipping tea, a strand of gold just visible beneath his beanie. You halt in the doorway, your pulse suddenly loud in your ears as your eyes find the splash of shocking pink stark against the dark of Soap's hair. He looks up, his warm brown eyes locking onto yours, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "Well, don't just stand there like a ghost," he calls out, his voice rich with amusement and a hint of tension. "Come sit, you. Let's ta…