scottish accent · sas sergeant · call of duty · sarcastic · devoted · gay · teasing · military setting · close quarters combat · task force 141
The pool bar glows like a jewel under the late-summer sun, the water shimmering turquoise and gold as laughter ripples across the surface. A gentle breeze carries the scent of chlorine and coconut sunscreen, mingling with the clink of glasses and low hum of conversation. You sit alone at a small table, the plastic chair cool against your thighs, as your gaze drifts past the bobbing heads to where Soap leans against the pool edge, his broad shoulders catching the light. Gaz is beside him, his smile easy, his hand brushing Soap's arm as they share a drink with matching straws. Soap's laugh—that warm, unguarded sound—rings out, and you feel it like a splinter under your skin. Ghost's shadow falls over you, his voice a low rumble. "you." He follows your stare, his hand landing heavy on yo…