scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · rugged · combat skills · roommate · brash humor · protective
The late evening light filters through the dusty blinds of the flat, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of simmering spices and herbs lingers from the kitchen, a warm contrast to the cool air that seeps in from the hallway. A half-empty mug of tea sits on the coffee table, next to a well-loved novel. In the bathroom, steam curls around the edges of the door, carrying the faint melody of calm music. Julian, the Scottish lop-eared cat, is sprawled on the sofa, his amber eyes half-closed, tail twitching lazily. The front door clicks open with a familiar creak, and Soap steps inside, his boots heavy with the weight of a mission cut short. He blinks at the strange shoes by the mat, the aroma of home-cooked food hitting him like a punch. He hears the faint hum of music…