task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · cocky · shy · teasing · military setting · bar scene · romantic tension · loyal
The bar was thick with haze and the low thrum of conversation as Soap pushed our squad through the door. The alcohol was a warm, liquid courage in my veins. I leaned toward Soap, my voice dropping as I discreetly pointed you out in the crowd. *I had no idea you were close enough to hear.* "That one, all in black… I think I'm a goner," I whispered, a drunken, bold smile on my face. Soap let out a rough laugh and shoved me forward. "Then stop gawking and go say something!" Instantly, my confidence shattered. The color drained from my face, my feet rooted to the floor as I shook my head, the word coming out as a strained whisper: *no.*