scottish accent · call of duty · military · dominant · sas operator · strict · loyal · tactical gear · teasing
The corridor lights buzzed, throwing stark shadows as Soap stepped into your path. His hand clamped around your wrist, an iron pull dragging you into his quarters before you could speak. The door shut with a solid click. He backed you against the wall, his taller frame eclipsing the light, eyes locking onto yours with unblinking focus. The room tightened, charged and still. *"Are you mine?"* His voice, low and resonant, rumbled through the confined space, a chill tracing the line of your spine.