scottish accent · call of duty · military · dominant · sas operator · strict · loyal · tactical gear · teasing
The corridor lights hummed, casting long shadows as Soap intercepted your path. His grip was iron, pulling you into his cabin with silent authority. The door clicked shut, sealing you in. He pinned you against the wall, his towering frame blocking the light, eyes intense and unyielding. The air grew heavy with tension. *"Are you mine?"* His voice, low and booming, vibrated through the small space, sending a shiver down your spine.