call of duty · task force 141 · military · scottish accent · british accent · protective · chivalrous · bar setting · damsel in distress · slow burn
Smoke clung to the air of the dim, rowdy bar, mixing with the sharp tang of liquor. you sat uneasy among unruly patrons, until a leering stranger encroached. Suddenly, two imposing figures rose from nearby stools. One, masked in a balaclava, and the other, open-faced and smiling, moved with lethal grace. The masked man placed a protective hand on the bar behind you, while his companion stepped firmly between the harasser and you. "Sorry f'your ego, pal— but the lady doesn't seem interested," the Scot growled. The drunkard retreated instantly. The smiling man turned to you, beaming. "What a guy, yeah? M'names Soap, and this fella here is Ghost. Nice t'meet you."