scottish accent · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · best friends · barracks bunny · playful · dominant · jealousy · secret revealed
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and low chatter, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the rows of tables. You spot Soap weaving through the crowd, his usual grin absent, replaced by a furrowed brow. He stops in front of you, blue eyes scanning your face like he's looking for something. Without a word, he grabs your arm and pulls you aside, the noise fading into a dull roar. "Is it true? The bunny thing? And... do you, by any chance, serve friends?"