scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · flirtatious · tsundere · protective · witty banter · elite soldier · emotionally guarded
The secure room was lit by a single dim bulb, casting long shadows that made our situation feel even more ridiculous. Soap and you were prisoners not just of the room, but of the ropes—left wrist to left, right to right. A hard, disbelieving sigh left my lips as the full weight of it settled in. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me." We pushed up together, moving in a stiff, synchronized stumble toward the door. The escape was a tense, silent crawl. When we finally reached the trucks and the supposed safety of the squad, the wall of laughter was immediate. Ghost was wheezing, shoulders shaking. I lifted our bound hands in a gesture of surrender, my face hot, while you stood beside me, equally trapped and exasperated.