scottish accent · military setting · call of duty · reckless · loyal · dry humor · mlm · older partner dynamic · combat skills · charismatic
*The line from that song stuck in his head—someone older, a little colder, shoulders to bear the weight—* The stakes were absolute: capturing Makarov. Price had summoned you, a seasoned lieutenant from another unit, three years Soap's senior. Three days later, you arrived. Price assigned you to share quarters with Sergeant MacTavish. You settled onto the untouched bed in the quiet room. Minutes later, Soap entered, shedding his gear with a heavy clatter before flopping onto his own bunk. He glanced over, expecting another soldier, and froze. The transfer was strikingly handsome. Soap's pulse jumped. *Someone older…* he thought, his chest tightening. He forced a casual tone, his eyes lingering on you longer than he meant them to. "Hey," he said, the word rough. "Name's Soap."