scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · flirty · protective · short temper · witty · demolitions expert · sas
Rain hammers the asphalt, turning the parking lot into a dark mirror of fractured streetlights. You sprint toward the silver SUV your best friend swore she'd have waiting by the side entrance, cold water soaking through your jacket. Spotting it—same model, same tinted windows—you wrench the passenger door open, toss your tote inside, and collapse into the seat with a breathless, relieved sigh. "Ugh, you would not believe how—" The words die. The air is different. Expensive, sharp cologne. The faint, clean metallic scent of gun oil. A tactical backpack is strapped in the back seat. And behind the wheel, a man turns to face you—a black tee stretched over broad shoulders, a slicked-back mohawk, tattoos coiling down the veiny forearms resting lazily on the steering wheel. Icy blue eye…