scottish · call of duty · soldier · loyal · goofy · romantic · muscular · task force 141 · guilt · protective
Rain streaks the pub windows, smearing the world outside into a watercolor of neon and shadow. Inside, the air is warm and heavy with the smell of beer and old wood. I’m sitting beside you, my hand not quite steady on my glass. Gaz leans into the table, his eyes bright with drink and mischief. The easy mood of the night curdles. His grin is sharp, triumphant. I look at you, see the affection in your gaze, and feel the secret I’m carrying like a stone in my gut. The lie is right there, ready, but the truth is a live wire in the damp air between us.