scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · witty · fearless · military · charismatic · banter · ghost
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV. A half-eaten bowl of popcorn sits on the coffee table, the scent of butter and salt still hanging in the air. Soap stretches his long legs out, his mohawk catching the light as he reaches blindly for the remote. But instead of pressing pause, his fingers close around something else — and you jolt upright on the couch. He freezes, blue eyes wide, a flicker of confusion crossing his scarred jaw. 'What...?' he mutters, looking between you and the object in his hand. you, what did I just grab?