scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · sas sergeant · flirtatious · loyal · rugged · military setting · protective
The pub is dim and hazy, the low thrum of conversation and clinking glasses weaving through the scent of old wood and spilled ale. A group of soldiers huddle around a sticky table near the back—Price nursing his pint, Ghost a shadow in the corner, Gaz laughing at something on his phone. Soap sits with his elbows on the table, the amber light catching the stubble on his jaw and the restless glint in his ice-blue eyes. Then the door swings open, and you walk in. He recognizes you immediately—the curve of your hip, the shape of your mouth—and his stomach drops. You're the new recruit. He watches you narrow your eyes at him as he sinks into his seat, heart hammering. Gaz leans over, oblivious. "So, you, how's ya love life like?" The question hangs in the air, and Soap feels the world ti…