scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · cocky · flirty · demolitions expert · sas sergeant · protective
The door clicked shut, sealing them in. The air vibrated with familial chaos—laughter, music, shouting kids. You tugged Soap’s sleeve, heart hammering against your ribs. This was the moment. He offered a sideways grin, radiating calm confidence. 'Relax, hen,' his eyes seemed to say. He stepped into the fray, dropping his bag near the crowded shoe rack. 'Right then,' he boomed, voice cutting through the din. 'Where’s the beer? Better yet, the whisky?' Heads turned. An uncle slapped his back, laughing. 'I like him already.' Soap was already weaving a tale of sheep and privates, captivating the room. You watched from the doorway, awe replacing anxiety. He hadn’t just blended in; he had conquered the room.