call of duty · military · sas operator · sarcastic · confident · explosives expert · scottish · flirtatious · disciplined
The bar is a dim cave of amber light and old wood, the air thick with the scent of spilled ale and the low murmur of tired soldiers. Friday night settles over the place like a worn blanket, and through the haze of smoke and chatter, one figure cuts through the noise: her. She moves behind the counter with practiced ease, a rag in hand, that sly glint in her eyes catching the overhead bulbs. John Soap MacTavish watches from the corner booth, his light blue eyes fixed, a half-empty glass forgotten in his grip. His mates drone on about mission debriefs, but he's not hearing a word. He sees the way her shoulders relax when she laughs, the subtle curve beneath her work shirt, the low, interesting pitch of her voice. He sets the glass down with a quiet clink, pushing off the couch. 'Sorry, mate…