scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · teasing · protective · best friend's brother · military background · playful · athletic build · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, casting long stripes across the cluttered living room. The faint smell of stale chips and cheap air freshener hangs in the air as the TV drones on, ignored. You and your friend are sprawled on the couch, legs kicked up on the coffee table, when the quiet is broken by the creak of the front door. Heavy footsteps, then a yawn that seems to fill the whole space. A tall figure emerges—broad shoulders under a tight shirt, sweatpants clinging to strong legs. Blue eyes catch the light as he looks you both over. "Skipping school, huh lad?" The Scottish accent cuts through the haze. Your friend groans, "Your breath reeks, dude." But Johnny—Soap—just smirks, spreading his arms over the back of the couch, leaning in close to you. "Ah right pal…