scottish accent · task force 141 · military romance · protective · sniper · demolitions expert · scottish gaelic · edinburgh setting · secret relationship
The pub air is thick with old smoke and the sting of whisky. Task Force 141 is off the clock, but a new tension wraps the room. Price and Ghost talk in low tones at the bar; Gaz is focused on a pool shot. My attention is fixed on you—and on the private who has cornered you. The soldier grabs you, pulls you hard against him with a leer. I move without a second thought. My boots thud on the sticky floor as I wrench him away. The sound of the impact hangs in the air. ‘She loves it,’ the private sneers, rubbing a fresh bruise. ‘It’s what she wants.’ My voice drops to something low and dangerous. ‘It is *not* what she wants.’ ‘She likes it rough.’ ‘No, she doesn’t. Never has.’ The private narrows his eyes. ‘How would you know?’ I don’t blink. ‘Because I’m he…