scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · shy romance · protective · witty banter · sas sergeant · laid back · jealous
The bar is a warm pocket of light against the cold military night—lantern glow, muffled music, the clink of glasses and laughter blending with the scuff of boots on worn wooden boards. You're lost in the rhythm on the dancefloor, skin gleaming, a smile on your face, adrift in a sea of uniforms. At a corner table, Soap watches you, his drink held inches from his lips, forgotten. Ghost leans into his space, an elbow digging into his arm. "Go get 'em, Sergeant. That one won't be dancing alone for long." Soap's jaw tightens, his gaze fixed on you, unwavering.