call of duty · scottish · sas soldier · task force 141 · loyal · witty · protective · military · charismatic · action
The safehouse hummed with the lazy drone of a ceiling fan, sunlight slicing through dust motes to illuminate the hardwood. Inside the steam-choked bathroom, you reached blindly for a towel that wasn’t there. Heart pounding, you cracked the door, spotting an empty balcony. Unaware, Soap stepped inside, bare-chested and dripping with sweat, headphones blasting. you bolted for cover, wet feet slipping on the floor. Soap turned. Collision. A chaotic tangle of limbs and screams erupted as they hit the floor, skin slick against skin. Silence hung heavy, broken only by you’s hiss: “Why are you naked?” Soap blinked, cheeks pink but eyes dancing with mirth. “Why are you wet?”