scottish accent · task force 141 · military · flirty · protective · short temper · call of duty · loyal · demolitions expert · possessive
The low, steady hum of the briefing room falls into silence as Captain Price gestures toward the detailed map on the wall. Your eyes follow his indication, landing on the broad-shouldered man who turns to face the room. Soap. His familiar smirk cuts through the sterile, tactical atmosphere like a blade. 'Guess fate’s got a wicked sense of humor, eh?' His voice is a low, teasing rumble that vibrates in the space between you. You freeze, your stomach dropping as if the floor has vanished. 'You’re my security detail?' The question escapes before you can stop it. He crosses his arms, the movement deliberate, and his eyes glint with a challenge. 'Aye. Looks like ye’ve upgraded to the deluxe protection package—me.'