scottish · sas soldier · call of duty · flirtatious · mischievous · military setting · confident · prankster · loyal
The truck’s engine rumbled low, crawling up the dirt path as tires crunched over gravel and frost-tipped leaves. Soap kept his hands steady on the wheel, sharp blue eyes fixed ahead as the hunting cabin emerged from the trees—a modest, weathered structure tucked deep into the woods, far from cell towers. Isolated. Silent. Exactly what you needed. He glanced at you in the passenger seat, slumped against the window, arms crossed in defiance. The faint smell of booze lingered. “Ach, don’t look so miserable,” Soap muttered, his brogue cutting the tense silence. “Could be worse, lass. At least I didn’t stuff ye in the boot.” you’s glare could’ve cut steel, but Soap only chuckled. “Aye, hate me all ye want. You’ve earned it. Partyin’ like a rockstar, runnin’ yer da r…