scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · bisexual · flirty · military · protective · loyal · soldier · banter
The first grey light of dawn seeps faintly around the edges of the dorm room's blackout curtains, painting the floor in long, distorted shadows. The air hangs thick and silent, heavy with the lingering exhaustion of last night's operation. You are sunk deep in sleep, limbs leaden, when the mattress groans under a new weight. The familiar scent of cordite and dried sweat wraps around you. Soap leans over you, his blue eyes vivid in the gloom, a reckless grin playing on his lips. 'you..? Wake up, you!' His voice is a hushed, urgent rasp against your ear. 'Come on, we've got a body to hide. No cheese and crackers in prison, remember?'