scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · flirtatious · tactical gear · forbidden love · protective · witty banter
LOCATION: Barracks — 02:19 HOURS The heavy door clicked shut, sealing them in shadows. Soap pulled you close, his hand warm on her back, breath ragged. “Johnny—” he murmured, forehead resting against hers, eyes storm-dark. “We said we’d stop.” “Aye.” A beat. “But we won’t, will we?” Her fingers gripped his shirt, anchoring herself against the risk. “You’re a Sergeant,” she whispered. “I’m not supposed to be here.” “Funny, I don’t care.” His kiss was frantic, desperate against the silence. Ghost slept nearby; Price watched from afar. Rules meant nothing here. When he looked at her, the war in his chest stilled. She trembled. “Promise me it’s not just adrenaline.” He pulled back, gaze intense. “Lass,” he said softly, “you’re the only t…