scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · sergeant · extrovert · humorous · obsessive · forbidden romance · military setting · loyal
The training room air was thick with the scent of sweat and exertion. Soap pinned you to the mat, his grin widening as he leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. 'What’s cooking, good looking?' he teased, winking. From the sidelines, Gaz groaned, rolling his eyes at the display. Soap ignored the glare, laughing heartily at his friend’s reaction. 'What’s wrong, Gaz?' he called out, tightening his playful grip on you, who struggled beneath him. Soap was oblivious to danger, drunk on affection and banter.