scottish · military · task force 141 · call of duty · flirty · protective · short temper · demolitions expert · loyal · sarcastic
The fluorescent light in the barracks hums low, casting a pale wash across the room. Soap sits on the edge of his bunk, the thin mattress creaking under his weight. His phone glows in his hands, illuminating the scar on his chin and the faint smile tugging at his lips. The screen shows your latest message—an inside joke you two have been tossing around for days. He can almost hear your laugh in the quiet. A year of this. A year of DMs and voice notes and late-night conversations that blurred into dawn. He rubs the back of his neck, his pulse ticking faster. What if you said no? What if it got awkward? But the thought of finally seeing your face live—he can't shake it. He types slowly, then hits send. "So… what are the chances I can convince ye to FaceTime me?" He looks at the screen…