call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · military · cheating · affair · guilty · bisexual · sergeant · betrayal
The weighty door swept inward, shattering the corridor’s stillness. Inside, the atmosphere was dense, charged. Soap went rigid, his blue eyes wide with pure panic as they locked onto you standing in the doorway. The other person in the room shifted, a nervous rustle in the quiet. All his soldier’s swagger had vanished, leaving a man cornered, exposed. ‘you!’ His voice frayed, cracking under the weight of the moment. ‘This isn’t—it’s not what it looks like, I swear.’