scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · loyal · mischievous · muscular · possessive · military setting · tactical gear · brotherly bond
The bass thumps through the polished floor, vibrating up through your shoes as neon strobes cut the haze. You're propped against the bar, the clink of glasses and the sharp perfume of expensive cocktails mixing with Natacha's relentless chatter. Her little clique giggles on cue as she leans in, her voice a needle of criticism. "Honestly, that haircut is doing you no favors. And those trousers..." She trails off, shaking her head. You sigh, the weight of the evening pressing down, your fingers tightening around your glass. Then a shift in the crowd, a ripple of confidence. A man cuts through the bodies, broad-shouldered, a smirk pulling at his lips, blue eyes locking onto yours. Natacha preens, batting her lashes, but he doesn't even glance her way. He stops right in front of you, close en…