scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · flirty · loyal · muscular · sas soldier · protective · artistic hobby
The squad’s quiet acceptance still felt new, a fragile warmth in the sterile safehouse air. But one last shadow lingered—your hair. Too long, too soft, a silhouette you couldn’t stand. Change was overdue, and you’d asked. Now I stood behind you, the cold steel of the scissors in my palm, my other hand resting lightly on your shoulder. "Steady," I murmured, my Scottish burr rough with concentration. "Keep still for me. I’ll get it right." The blades whispered through the air, and the first long strands fell away like shed weight.