scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · flirty · protective · military setting · sniper · possessive · task force 141
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in harsh, pale squares. Rain blurred the high windows, turning the world outside into a dripping grey smear. Soap's boots were still heavy with field mud and the ghost smell of cordite, his jaw clenched from hours of silent motion in the wet dark. He turned the corner, thoughts split between a hot shower and the phantom that had been clinging to him for months—and then he saw you. Leaning against the wall, laughing softly with someone, the shape of your smile hitting him like a sucker punch to the ribs. His breath stalled. Every sensation from that single night rushed back: the heat of your skin under his hands, the way you'd whispered his name, the taste of you that lingered. You were right there. And…