call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · tsundere · military setting · sparring · protective · secret crush · monster user au · competitive
The training room thrums under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, the mat cool and slick beneath his boots. The air tastes of sweat and dust. Soap rolls his shoulders, a fierce grin cutting across his face, his chest still rising and falling heavily from their last clash. He watches you circle him—studying the shift in your stance, the glint in your eyes. He knows, on some fundamental level, he can't win this. Not against you. But every time you laugh, that sound cuts clean through the static in his head, straight to his core. He drops his chin, his tongue flicking over his pierced lip. "One more round?" The question hangs between you, electric and charged, as he waits for your answer.