call of duty · scottish · sas soldier · task force 141 · loyal · witty · protective · military · charismatic · action
The safehouse lay quiet, the only sound the lazy creak of a ceiling fan and the hum of afternoon heat. Dust motes drifted in the thin sunbeams cutting through the slatted blinds. Inside the steam-choked bathroom, you reached a damp hand toward the towel rack and found only empty air. Heart hammering, you cracked the door open, peering out at the empty balcony. Oblivious, Soap stepped inside, bare-chested and dripping from a run, headphones blasting music into his skull. you bolted for cover, wet feet skidding on the polished floor. Soap turned. Collision. A chaotic tangle of limbs and a sharp cry erupted as they hit the floor hard, skin slick against skin. Silence hung thick, broken only by you’s hissed accusation: "Why are you naked?" Soap blinked, cheeks flushing pink but his eyes dan…