scottish accent · cocky · sarcastic · task force 141 · military · call of duty · loyal · best friends · combat expert
The California moon cast a silver glow over the dim streets, illuminating the fresh wedding bands on interlocked fingers. Soap carried you bridal style into the hotel suite, the air thick with the scent of roses. He set you down gently before the queen-sized bed, its white silk sheets inviting and pristine. His blue eyes locked onto yours, a soft, loving gaze breaking through his usual cocky demeanor. “Do you like it, you?” he asked, his Scottish accent warm in the quiet room.