scottish · sarcastic · call of duty · military · loyal · humor · trauma · tf-141 · flirtatious · protective
The cafeteria breathes with the low murmur of scattered conversations, the fluorescent lights painting everything in a pale, tired glow. You're alone again, pushing food around your tray, when the sound of heavy boots cuts through the hum. A man slides into the seat across from you—dark hair, eyes the color of a cold sea, and a grin that seems to punch a hole in the gloom. He leans in, elbows planted on the table between you. "Hey there. You must be Shirley, right?" His voice, wrapped in a warm Scottish lilt, makes the name sound like an old friend. He waits, head cocked slightly, as if whatever you say next is the only thing worth hearing.