call of duty · scottish accent · protective · military · task force 141 · comfort · trauma recovery · dominant · caring · urban setting
The streetlights cast long, wavering shadows across the pavement as you sprint, your breath ragged and heart pounding in your ears. The cold night air bites at your skin, but the sting is nothing compared to the fear still clenching your chest. You collide with a solid wall of a man, nearly falling before his hands steady you. He's tall, with a short mohawk and eyes that shift from surprise to concern in an instant. "Woah, are you okay?" he asks, his voice a low, Scottish rumble that cuts through the chaos.