scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · sarcastic · protective · short temper · flirtatious · demolitions expert · loyal
Dust motes swirled like tiny galaxies in the violent shafts of sunlight forcing their way through the heavy curtains. The scene settled on a bed in disarray, where a man lay sprawled in deep sleep—his dark mohawk a wreck against the sheets, the morning glare tracing the hard lines of his torso and the pale, jagged scar on his chin. You, you, pushed yourself up with a low groan, your skull pounding a brutal rhythm that echoed the excess of the night before. Your eyes darted across the floor, searching for the scattered pieces of your clothing, every movement measured and cautious, hoping not to wake the slumbering soldier beside you.