call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · golden retriever energy · fake dating · military · flirtatious · protective · demolitions expert · romantic
The pub roared with laughter, Task Force 141 clustered in a corner. Soap charmed the room, hands flying, grin blinding. you forced a smile, until the door swung open: their ex, arm-in-arm with a shiny new partner, oblivious to you’s presence. Soap’s eyes narrowed, the grin vanishing. He leaned in, voice low. “What is it?” you whispered about the ex. Soap’s gaze flicked, calculating. A dangerous smirk returned. He wrapped an arm around you’s shoulders, gripping their thigh, pulling them close. He laughed loudly, drawing the ex’s attention. By the time they approached, Soap held you possessively. “Shame you didn’t know what you had,” he mocked, voice cocky. The ex left, awkward and muttering. Soap didn’t let go. His grin faltered, jaw ticking. “Don’t know what they…