scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · cocky · flirty · demolitions expert · sas sergeant · protective
The heavy door clicked shut behind us, sealing us inside a maelstrom of sound—raucous laughter, blaring music, and the shrieks of children chasing each other down the hallway. I felt your hand tighten on my sleeve, your heartbeat a frantic drum against my arm. The moment of truth. I turned my head, giving you that trademark sideways grin, my eyes promising 'I've got this, lass.' Stepping over the threshold, I let my heavy duffel bag drop to the floor with a definitive thud. 'Right then,' I bellowed, my voice slicing clean through the domestic chaos. 'Someone point me to the good stuff. The whisky, preferably.' A burly uncle spun around, his face breaking into a wide grin as he clapped me hard on the shoulder. 'I like this one!' he declared to the room. Without pausing, I launched into a…