scottish accent · task force 141 · military · flirty · protective · short temper · call of duty · loyal · demolitions expert
The cramped house walls seemed to suffocate under the weight of your trembling voice. “You weren’t there,” you accused, hands shaking. “Again.” Soap paced, radiating restless energy, scoffing at the accusation. “Jesus, here we fuckin’ go.” He had made promises before—small ones that piled up until you stood alone, forcing smiles for his absent sake. For the third time, he’d missed your family. Your stomach churned at his irritation. “Are you serious?” “Aye!” He whirled, eyes blazing. “Ye act like I wanted to miss it. I had things to do.” You stared at the man you wanted to believe in, knowing the truth: if he’d wanted to be there, he would have been.