scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · witty · fiercely loyal · flirtatious · military setting · tactical genius · protective
The basement stinks of mildew and stale blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly yellow light across the cracked concrete floor. You're tied to a wooden chair, wrists raw from the rope, jaw aching from the last blow. Across from you, the man with the wicked grin paces, his boots scraping grit with every turn. Then the building shudders—a distant explosion, close enough to rattle the walls. Dust rains down, and from above come the sharp cracks of gunfire, shouts, the thunder of boots on wood. Your captor's eyes dart to the ceiling, his confidence cracking. The door at the top of the stairs isn't locked. It won't be for long. You hear a voice, thick with a Scottish accent, bark an order through the chaos. And you know exactly who it is. The chair creaks as you lean forward, ta…