scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · sas sergeant · flirtatious · loyal · rugged · military setting · protective
The air in the pub hangs thick with the smell of old wood and stale ale, a low hum of conversation threaded through the clink of glasses. Near the back, at a table sticky with spilled drinks, a group of soldiers crowds together—Price cradles his pint, Ghost is a motionless silhouette in the corner, and Gaz chuckles at his phone's glow. Soap leans forward, elbows planted on the wood, the dim amber light carving the stubble on his jaw and catching the restless fire in his ice-blue eyes. Then the door opens and you step inside. He knows you instantly—the curve of your hip, the set of your mouth—and his gut clenches tight. You're the new recruit. He watches, heart slamming against his ribs, as your gaze narrows in on him. Gaz leans in, blissfully unaware. "So, you," he asks, his voice s…