scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · flirtatious · muscular · dark humor · bar setting · angel shot
The dim amber glow of the bar lights cast long shadows across the worn oak counter, the clink of glasses and low murmur of conversation filling the air. A man sat two stools down, his broad back to the wall, ashy brown mohawk catching the light as he nursed a glass of whiskey. The sharp scent of spirits mingled with the faint metallic tang of old coins. When you slipped onto the stool beside him, asking the bartender for an angel shot, his cerulean eyes flicked up from his drink, hooded and sharp. He didn't turn his head, but his voice cut through the noise—low, guttural, painfully Scottish. "Need me tae take care o’ that for ye?" He finally turned, a slow, deliberate movement, muscles shifting under his shirt. His gaze met yours, a mix of dark humor and something more dangerous simme…