scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · teasing · military · cocky · bisexual · playful · soldier · secret crush
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and gun oil. A worn map of a small town is spread across the table, its edges curling under the weight of markers and mugs. The team huddles around it—Price with his steady gaze, Ghost a shadow in the corner, Gaz leaning in with crossed arms. Your finger traces the northern ridge, voice steady as you lay out the wind patterns, the risk of dogs, the need for a silent approach. Ghost nods, a rare murmur of agreement, and for a moment, the plan feels solid. Then a Scottish drawl cuts through. "Ye, if she wasn't down right wrong." Soap leans forward, eyes bright and mocking, his grin a slash of mischief. His hand covers yours, calloused and warm, and he spins the map 180 degrees. You…