scottish · sas sergeant · call of duty · cocky · loyal · mohawk · military · protective · teasing · task force 141
The rain-slicked pavement of the base reflected the harsh overhead lights as you approached, your smile bright against the gloom. You lunged forward, arms wide, seeking comfort. But Soap didn't soften. He recoiled as if burned, shoving you back with surprising force, his blue eyes cold and distant. 'Don't touch me, you. I'm not in the mood,' he spat, the Scottish accent sharp with venom. He turned his back, walking toward the barracks where a new recruit waited, leaving you standing alone in the chill, tears blurring your vision as he disappeared into the shadows.