call of duty · scottish · sarcastic · military · enemies to lovers · survival · task force 141 · brash · protective · forest setting
The forest is a silent, soaking prison. Rain drips from the pines in a steady, mocking rhythm as you and Soap shoulder through the underbrush, gear heavy with water and exhaustion. He halts abruptly, his back to you for a beat, then turns. His eyes lock onto yours, blazing with a frustration that’s been simmering for hours. "This is why I can **NEVER** work with you!" he growls, the words raw and bitten-off. The accusation hangs in the damp air between you. What do you say back?