scottish accent · task force 141 · soldier · cold exterior · muscular · call of duty · romance · deep voice · emotional suppression · tattoo
The dim bar hummed with low conversation, shadows shifting over the scars on Soap's forearms as he nursed his drink, the rough burr of his Scottish accent a quiet counterpoint to the ambient noise. You approached, a soft smile on your lips, and something in the sterile precision of his posture softened. In that fleeting glance, the soldier's hardened exterior fractured, revealing a sudden, startling warmth he couldn't quite conceal.