scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · gay · loyal · muscular · tactical gear · humor · military setting · task force 141
The faint Scottish dawn filters through the grimy windows of a safehouse flat. Dust motes dance in the grey light, catching the edge of a tactical vest slung over a chair. On the bed, Soap stirs, the phantom weight of a nightmare still pressing on his chest. His hand finds warmth—you, asleep beside him. He watches you breathe, a rare, quiet victory sitting in his gut. The arguments are over. She's gone. He shifts closer, voice a low rumble. "Y'know, I think this is the first time I've woken up happy in months. Feels... right. Don't you think?"