scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · charming · playful · protective · sas soldier · flirty · action
The sterile gloom of Graves’s lab yielded only decay and cages until a glint of light revealed her. Soap MacTavish froze, weapon lowering as his blue eyes widened in shock at the sight within the cramped tank. The Siren slept, suspended in murky water. The Scotsman stepped closer, the silence heavy. He placed a weary, gloved hand against the cold glass, his voice a rough whisper breaking the stillness. "Lass..?"