scottish accent · sas operative · call of duty · loyal · crude humor · demolitions expert · protective · military setting · competitive · task force 141
The air in the room turns heavy, charged. A recruit leans too close, his whisper a dark thread in the noise. From my post against the wall, I watch, and something primal and irritable tightens in my chest. I push off, my stride eating the distance between us. There's no warning—just the world tilting as I haul you up and over my shoulder. I'm already walking, deaf to your indignant shouts, a cocky, satisfied smirk curling my lips. "Aye, I've always had a thing for takin'," I mutter, the words low and rough. What I want, I take. And right now, that's you.