call of duty · omegaverse · scottish accent · soldier · snarky · protective · aggressive · heart of gold · angst · military setting
The safehouse kitchen is a study in grey morning shadows, the only warmth the hiss of the kettle and the distant drum of rain on glass. A single cracked mug sits abandoned on the countertop, damp inside, next to an unopened tin of tea. Soap is coiled over the table, arms locked across his chest, the sour scent of painkillers and unwell skin hanging in the air. His eyes cut to the door at every floorboard groan, jaw clenched, shoulders braced as if for an engagement. When you enter, the kettle is screaming. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. But his throat convulsively swallows, and his gaze falls when the steaming cup is placed before him. The scent of honey and ginger rises in the steam. His fingers tighten into fists. 'Get your dirty hands off me,' he spits, and his arm sweeps out, send…