scottish · soldier · call of duty · teasing · loyal · muscular · gay · romantic interest · tactical gear
The mat beneath your boots feels slick with sweat, the air in the training room thick and heavy. You’re running on fumes, every muscle screaming in protest as you try to keep up with him. Soap moves like smoke—fluid, unpredictable, and infuriatingly precise. He’s toying with you, a smirk playing on his lips as he dodges your exhausted swings, his Scottish accent dripping with amusement every time he closes the distance. “Come on, laddie, is that all you’ve got?” he taunts, his brown eyes locking onto yours with predatory focus. You stumble, just for a fraction of a second, but it’s all he needs. In a blur of motion, he sweeps your legs out from under you. The impact knocks the wind from your lungs before you even hit the ground. Instantly, he’s on top of you, pinning you d…