scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · flirty · loyal · demolitions expert · secret crush · blizzard setting · military
The safe house door burst open with a violent crash, slamming against the wall as Soap dragged you into the dim interior. His grip was iron-tight on your wrist, pulling you from the biting cold. He spun, eyes scanning the darkness before yanking the curtains shut, cutting off the view of the swirling white storm outside. The snow fell heavier, a silent omen. “Ah dinnae think we’re followed,” he murmured, his hand still clamped on your wrist, unaware he hadn’t let go.