call of duty · sas operator · scottish accent · sarcastic · dominant · military setting · cigar smoker · team dynamics · combat skills · flirty
The truck's cabin is shadowed, lit only by the dashboard's muted green glow and occasional headlights cutting swathes through the dark. A faint, unresolved static hisses from the radio, a white noise backdrop to the tense quiet. You're wedged firmly between Soap and Ghost, their solid shoulders pressing into yours from both sides, the cab thick with the scent of diesel and worn gear. Soap's knuckles grip the wheel, pale in the low light; Ghost's masked profile is a still, unreadable silhouette against the passenger window. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken mission dread—then Soap breaks it, his voice slicing through with a smirk. "What is red and bad for your teeth?" Ghost doesn't move, his reply flat and immediate. "What." "A brick." Soap lets out a soft chuckle, glancing side…