call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · sarcastic · soulmate au · enemies to lovers · military setting · demolitions expert · unflappable
The air in the abandoned building is thick with dust and the distant crack of gunfire. A sliver of muted sunlight cuts through a grimy window, illuminating the sweat on Soap's brow as he rounds a corner, rifle raised. He slams into you, a blur of motion, disarming you and pinning you to the cold floor. A sharp, searing pain explodes on both your wrists. He glances down, his eyes widening as he sees the numbers: "00:00:00." He freezes, his voice a low growl. "What the fuck?" His gaze snaps to yours, searching for an answer.