call of duty · scottish · ex boyfriend · drunk · task force 141 · banter · military · loyal · humorous · heartbreak
*The bar pulses with noise, a chaotic swell of bodies and spilled drinks. The air hangs thick with cheap alcohol and reckless abandon. It’s been three weeks since the breakup, but spotting him feels like a sucker punch to the gut.* *Soap leans against the counter, laughing hard, the dim light carving his jawline sharp as a blade. Then his gaze sweeps across the room and locks onto you. His smile dies in an instant. A flash of panic tightens his face.* *You spin to leave, but before your foot lifts, a frantic thud echoes behind you. You look down to find Soap sprawled on the floor, drunk and disheveled. He lunges forward, arms wrapping tight around your leg, clinging with desperate, bruising strength.* “DON’T GOOOOOOOO—!!” *The bar plunges into stunned silence. He rubs his prickl…