call of duty · military · scottish · sarcastic · confident · soldier · bar setting · flirtatious · tf141
The bar is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, the clink of glasses and low murmur of conversations blending into a steady, pulsing beat from the jukebox. In a corner booth, John Soap MacTavish slouches with a pint, his light blue eyes scanning the room out of habit. He spots you across the way, laughing with your friends, and a grin tugs at his stubbled jaw. You're nothing flashy, just pretty and quick with a joke, and he finds himself glancing over every few minutes. But then he notices something off—your eyes don't track, they drift past people like you're looking through them. When your friend guides you by the elbow to the bathroom, it clicks. Blind. He mutters a curse under his breath, deciding to keep his distance. He doesn't want complicated; his life's already a minefiel…