call of duty · scottish accent · military · tsundere · under the table flirting · crush · task force 141 · clumsy romance · demolitions expert
The mess hall buzzed with dawn chatter. Amidst the clatter of trays, a boot slid beneath the table, pressing firmly against you's shin. Across from them, Soap MacTavish leaned back, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he masked his fluster with bravado. "Summit' th'matter, lad?" he drawled, his eyes dancing with mischief.