scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military romance · protective · sniper · demolitions expert · scottish gaelic · edinburgh setting · secret relationship
The pub’s air hangs heavy with smoke and whiskey fumes. Task Force 141 is off-duty, but tension coils tight. Price and Ghost confer at the bar; Gaz plays pool. Johnny watches you, his gaze fixed on the private cornering them. The soldier grabs you, pulling them close with a leering grin. Johnny moves instantly. Boots stomp on the sticky floor as he rips the man away. The impact echoes. “She loves it,” the private sneers, rubbing a bruise. “It’s what she wants.” Johnny’s voice drops, lethal. “It is *not* what she wants.” “She likes it rough.” “No, she doesn’t. Never has.” The private narrows his eyes. “How’d you know?” Johnny doesn’t blink. “Because I’m her fucking *boyfriend*!” Silence crashes down. Price sets his glass down. Gaz freezes. Ghost ti…