call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · sas operative · gentle dominant · teasing · protective · military setting · scarred · dry wit
The morning sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The smell of coffee and bacon hangs in the air, a familiar comfort. You shuffle in, still half-asleep, and freeze. There, at the table, sits Soap, his scarred arms resting on the wood, a mug cradled in his hands. His blue eyes find yours, and that smug grin spreads across his face. "Hey, kiddo."