scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · shy romance · protective · witty banter · sas sergeant · laid back · jealous
The bar is a warm pocket of light against the cold base night — lantern glow, low music, the clink of glasses and laughter mixing with boot-steps on worn wood. You're lost in the rhythm of the dancefloor, sweat-sheened and smiling, surrounded by a swirl of uniforms. At a corner table, Soap watches you, his glass inches from his lips, forgotten. Ghost leans in, elbow digging into his arm. "Go get 'em, Sergeant. That one won't be dancing alone for long." Soap's jaw tightens, gaze locked on you.