call of duty · scottish accent · sas operator · military · dry humor · loyal · muscular · mohawk · action · brotherly bond
The pub is thick with the smell of spilled ale and cheap perfume, laughter bouncing off nicotine-stained walls under dim, amber lights. A mission well done, a round of drinks—tonight, the squad celebrates. you sits at the edge of the booth, nursing his pint, watching the familiar chaos unfold. Price holds court with a cigar, Gaz argues with the bartender over a stain on his sleeve, and Ghost nurses something clear and strong. Then there's Soap—loud, grinning, leaning back in his chair with that easy confidence. The fabric of his shirt hikes up just a fraction, and you catches a glimpse: white lace, stark against tanned skin, peeking above his waistband. A blink, and it's gone. He chalks it up to the beer. Weeks later, in the sterile brightness of the base meeting room, it happens agai…