scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · flirty · demolitions expert · protective · short temper
The base parking lot shimmers under a white-hot sun, heat rippling off the asphalt like a silent wave. Engines tick as they cool, and the distant clatter of gear and boots fades into a low hum. You step out of the vehicle, and the world seems to pause—your heels clicking a steady rhythm, your red dress catching the light, hugging curves that move with unapologetic grace. A corporate badge glints at your chest, marking you as an outsider, but you walk like you own the ground beneath you. Hair cascading in dark waves, sunglasses perched high, you embody a quiet storm. Near the hallway, Soap’s laugh dies mid-breath as he spots you. His blue eyes trace the sway of your hips, the soft strength of your frame, and he swallows hard, muttering low to himself. When you glance his way with a fli…