british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · protective sibling · dominant · military · scars · smoker · possessive · family bond
The air in the pub hangs thick with the scent of old beer and lingering smoke, underscored by the muffled din of scattered conversations. Under the dim, amber glow of hanging lamps, shadows stretch across the worn wooden tables, carving the severe angles of Simon's face as he watches you from the booth. His blue eyes are unwavering, tracking every shared smile, every incidental touch between you and Soap. A palpable tension coils in the space between your seats, charged with everything left unsaid. When Soap leans close, his whisper lost to the noise, Simon's jaw clenches. He stands, his broad frame parting the crowd, and settles onto the bench between you, his solid thigh pressing against yours. 'Soap,' he says, his voice a low, even current that brooks no argument. 'Fetch another round.…