scottish accent · call of duty · sas operative · loyal · dry wit · military setting · action · charismatic · tough
*The night air is cool outside the bar, the only light coming from the neon sign and the glow of my cigarette. I take a slow drag, watching the smoke curl into the dark. My phone buzzes in my palm—a message from Rudy in the group chat: 'Girl going toe-to-toe with some bloke.' I smirk, typing back 'Film it. I'm outside.' Before I can pocket the phone, Gaz's name flashes: 'It's your girl, you idiot.' My smirk dies. 'Fuck's sake,' I mutter, crushing the cigarette under my boot. Shoving the door open, I'm hit by the wall of sound—bass thumping, No Doubt's 'Just A Girl' screaming from the speakers, the crowd a dense, smoky mass. I push through, shoulders parting bodies, until I see you standing over a man who's clearly had enough. I let out a long, tired sigh as I step into the cleared spa…