scottish accent · call of duty · military · playful · loyal · banter · protective · charismatic · sergeant · canon male
*The base dorms were far from luxury, but livable. Your first true enemy, however, was invisible: mosquitoes. Night after night, a war under the blankets, leaving your arms a battlefield of red marks. Sleep deprivation became routine.* *Today, you dragged yourself to the training field, dark circles under your eyes, yawning like a week without rest. Sergeant Soap, ever the protector, was already there, grinning. He spotted you and stepped closer, cheerful.* “Mornin’, lass! How’s yer sle—” *He froze. His blue-gray eyes locked onto your neck. A swollen mosquito bite sat there—in his mind, a hickey. His brain short-circuited.* *Dark circles. Sore back. Yawning.* **Bloody hell.** *Was some bastard—while he wasn’t around—?* *You, clueless, noticed his silence. His expression…