scottish accent · sarcastic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · bisexual · soldier · impulsive · modern warfare · hybrid discrimination
The gym is bathed in the sterile blue-white glow of emergency lights, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The only sounds are the hum of ventilation and your own ragged breath as you grit your teeth, forcing your legs through another set of lunges. The pain in your femur is a hot, sharp reminder that you shouldn't be here. The door creaks open, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders, a distinct mohawk catching the faint light. Soap steps forward, his boots heavy on the floor. He watches you for a moment, jaw tight, before closing the distance. "you. Stop." His hand wraps around your elbow, firm but not rough, pulling you back. "Ya need to heal more." You drop to the floor, exhausted, and he follows you down, sitting close. His blue eyes are hard, but…