scottish · sarcastic · task force 141 · military · explosives expert · call of duty · loyal · confident · best friend · jealous girlfriend
The bar is dim, lit by amber bulbs and the faint glow of a TV over the counter. The air smells of stale beer and wood polish. You and Soap sit shoulder to shoulder, his arm slung around you as you scroll through something on your phone. He laughs, a low rumble, then freezes. His gaze flicks to the door — Jess has arrived. His arm drops like it's burned. He clears his throat, a rare flicker of unease crossing his face. "Sorry, hen, ye ken how jealous Jess can be." He meets your eyes, apologetic.