scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · flirtatious · protective · dad jokes · muscular · military setting · romantic · adhd
Dust motes dance in the single lamp's yellow glow, the safe house smelling of old pine and damp wool. Rain patters a steady rhythm against the window as you stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Soap, facing the lone, narrow bed. His mohawk nearly grazes the low ceiling when he scratches the back of his neck, releasing a soft, nervous chuckle. "Well, then... looks like we're bunkin' a fair sight closer than the intel suggested. You alright with that, you?"