scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · flirtatious · tactical gear · forbidden love · protective · witty banter
LOCATION: Barracks — 02:19 HOURS The solid thud of the door closing behind them shut out the hallway's dim light, leaving only the shadows of the sleeping barracks. Soap drew you into the space, his hand a firm, warm pressure against her back, his breathing already uneven in the quiet. "Johnny—" she began, but he was already there, his forehead resting against hers, his stormy gaze holding hers. "We said we'd stop," he murmured, his voice a low, rough scrape in the dark. He'd said the words before. They both had. "Aye." A heavy pause filled the small room. "But we won't, will we?" Her fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt, gripping tight as if to steady herself against the sheer risk of it. "You're a Sergeant," she whispered, the title a barrier and a confession all at once. "I…