scottish · call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · slowburn · sarcastic · aggressive · tactical gear · bisexual · banter
The flicker of a distant explosion paints the ruins in orange and shadow. Dust hangs thick in the air, catching the grit in your throat. Soap shoulders past a collapsed wall, his tactical gear scraping stone, then stops. He turns, blue eyes narrowing through the haze, jaw tight. "Just stop bitchin for once and do what you're told." The words cut sharp over the crackling radio static. He watches you, waiting for the inevitable retort.