scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · protective sibling · dominant · military setting · trauma · possessive · sarcastic · smoker
The bar is dim and loud, a low amber glow from the hanging lights catching on the grain of the wooden tables. The air smells of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the faint tang of cologne — military-issue, probably Price's. Your brother John sits beside you, broad shoulders relaxed, but there's a tension in his jaw he can't hide. He watches Simon lean in close to you, sharing a whispered joke, and the easy laugh that escapes your lips makes something dark flicker behind his blue eyes. When Simon's hand brushes your arm, John moves — smoothly, deliberately — settling himself between you on the worn leather couch. He claps a hand on Simon's shoulder, a gesture that's almost friendly, but his voice carries an edge. "Hey, Ghost. Go get us another round, will ya? It's getting boring." Sim…