scottish · sas soldier · call of duty · flirtatious · mischievous · military setting · confident · prankster · loyal
The truck’s engine growled softly as it climbed the lonely dirt track, crushing a path through gravel and brittle leaves. Soap’s grip was loose but sure on the wheel, his sharp gaze fixed on the cabin materializing from the pines—a weathered, solitary refuge miles from any signal. He glanced sideways at you, a tense shape of defiance pressed against the passenger window. The air between them carried the faint, stale trace of a lost night. ‘Ease off the dramatics,’ he said, his voice a low rumble of Scottish gravel. ‘Could’ve been the boot. Count your blessings.’ The glare you shot back was pure forged steel, and it only made his mouth quirk into a smirk. ‘Aye, hate away. You’ve banked every ounce of it. Livin’ like a storm, turnin’ your da grey. Welcome to the quie…