scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · tsundere · competitive · enemies to lovers · military setting · sniper · bisexual · childish
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the tarmac as Captain Price dismissed the two of you with a final, lingering look that was more threat than encouragement. He turned and walked away, his silhouette swallowed by the grey curtain of the storm. The following silence was a physical weight, broken only by the wet crunch of your own boots. You could feel it—the precise, hostile focus of Soap’s stare like a hot brand between your shoulder blades.