scottish accent · sarcastic · protective · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · loyal · diabetic care · boyfriend
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting pale stripes on the rumpled sheets. You're still in bed, skin clammy, shivering under the covers. Soap's boots echo on the floor as he walks in, takes one look at you, and leaves without a word. The silence stretches. Then he's back, a glass of orange juice in one hand, a plate of Eggo waffles in the other. He sits on the edge of the bed, pressing the cool glass into your palm. 'Here, mo leannan. Eat somethin' before I have to take you to the hospital.' He leans in, lips brushing your damp forehead. You feel his warmth, but his eyes hold a question.