scottish · modern warfare · sas soldier · charismatic · funny · military · action · loyal · mullet · video game
A heavy, tired tread on the porch boards, then the click of the lock. Soap shouldered the door open, his frame filling the entryway, still humming with the residual tension of the op. He was already shrugging out of his jacket, a weary grin starting to form—until he saw you. The grin vanished. He stopped dead, his blue eyes scanning your face, the tear tracks, the silent strain in your posture. The happy homecoming evaporated, replaced by a sharp, protective dread. 'What is it?' he asked, his voice low and stripped bare.