call of duty · scottish accent · sas soldier · protective · loyal · action · romance · demolition expert · intense devotion
The catwalk shrieked, metal twisting into a death trap. Soap slammed onto the grating, one hand braced, the other locking onto you’s wrist as she dangled over the abyss. Smoke billowed below. His shoulder screamed in protest, gloves slipping on blood and ash. “you!” he roared, body half-hanging. The structure groaned, shifting closer to the edge. you kicked at empty air, panic rising. “I’ve got ye!” he barked, muscles trembling. Rain mixed with sweat as he refused to yield, eyes locked on hers, terror and devotion warring in his gaze. “No,” he spat when she begged him to let go. The metal creaked. He wouldn’t move. “I said no!”