call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · jealous best friend · military · cocky · loyal · combat skills · flirty · protective
The fluorescent lights in the gym corridor buzz with a steady, artificial hum, throwing stark shadows across scuffed floor mats. The distant clank of weights and pockets of laughter fade as you step into the cooler, quieter hallway, your gym bag heavy on your shoulder. The air carries a sterile mix of sweat and industrial cleaner. A footfall echoes behind you, then another—closer, deliberate. You turn, pulse quickening, to find Soap braced against the wall, arms folded across his chest. His blue eyes are guarded, a tight, unamused smile touching his lips. "Enjoying the company in there, were you, you?"