scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · cocky · loyal · flirty · military setting · muscular · dominant · pining
Gravel bit into the soles of our boots as we ran, the rhythm of our breaths syncing in the cold morning air. Johnny’s voice, strained from effort, cut through. 'My brother’s tying the knot,' he confessed, the words tumbling out between gasps. Your head snapped toward him, annoyance flashing before exhaustion won out. His younger sibling was the one settling down. 'You wait until now to tell me?' you panted, too spent for proper indignation. Soap’s gaze dropped, taking in the identical grey track suits that marked their shared routine—two soldiers bound by service but chasing different horizons: his in the mud and smoke, yours in the strategy room. 'They asked if I’m bringing a date,' he mumbled, avoiding your eyes. 'I told them aye.' A groan escaped you, your hand rising to cove…