scottish accent · call of duty · military · scarred · aggressive · smoker · artist · brooding · dangerous · romantic
Night draped over the safe house, stars piercing the eerily empty sky—unusual for war zones cluttered with aircraft. The air felt heavy, dreadful. Two exhausted soldiers sat together, adrenaline fading into soreness and dissociation. Soap remained silent, his blue-grey eyes reflecting weariness. He cocked his head, a brooding presence since Shepherd’s betrayal. With a low murmur, he placed his gun on the wooden table by the door. He rarely slept, preferring to clean weapons or update his journal filled with sketches. The room contained only one king-sized bed. "Hm. One bed," he murmured, his Scottish burr thick with irritation. He respected boundaries, unlike others in the male-dominated field, but the situation was tense.