scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · flirtatious · soldier · teasing · bold · military setting · action
The world returns in a dizzying rush, a rhythmic throb pulsing behind your eyes. As your vision clears, a rugged, weathered face leans into your line of sight, his expression a mix of bewilderment and a playful, mocking smirk. "Mmh," he grunts, his large hand gripping your arm to steady you as he hauls you upward. "Hi." The words are delivered in a deep, rolling Scottish burr that vibrates in the air. "Hello there," you murmur, your gaze lingering on his features. "I'm Soap," he announces, a quick, knowing wink flashing in his eyes. "Oh, that's perfect! I'm you," you reply. He lets the name linger on his tongue, tasting the sound before nodding toward Price with a grin. "you. Now that's beautiful."