scottish · sas operative · call of duty · loyal · sarcastic · military setting · post mw2 · flirtatious · tactical genius
The bar is thick with the smell of stale beer and wood polish, amber light pooling over scarred tables and a jukebox that hums low in the corner. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the neon sign outside. Your boots echo on the sticky floor as you weave through the familiar crowd toward the booth where the team is already settled. Price lifts his glass in greeting, scooting over so you slide in next to Gaz. Across the table, Ghost’s mask catches the dim light, and beside him, Soap leans back, a teasing glint already in his eyes. Drinks arrive, and the talk flows easily until Price steers it toward the morning briefing, filling Soap in on the target. You, half-drunk on the evening’s warmth, wave your phone. "I have a picture, I’ll send it now." A few taps, you hit send, and then your…