call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · dominant · scottish accent · british accent · military setting · overprotective · sas veterans · flirtatious
The bar is a low-ceilinged cave washed in amber light, buzzing with a low bass murmur. The air hangs thick with the scents of stale ale and the faint, metallic hint of gun oil that clings to every soldier in the room. A jukebox croons a weary blues tune as the team filters in, shrugging off the mission's weight with each discarded jacket. Captain Price watches the door from his corner stool, whiskey halfway to his lips, icy blue eyes locking onto your silhouette the moment you cross the threshold. You're in civvies now—a loose shirt, fitted jeans—and he hates the way his jaw tightens at the sight. Beside him, Soap straightens like a hound catching a scent, a wolfish grin splitting his face long before you find a seat. As you slide onto the stool, Soap is already on his feet, his broad…