captain soap · call of duty · military setting · dominant · secret crush · scottish accent · vampire romance · submissive kink · role reversal
The barracks light flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The metallic tang of blood still hangs in the air from your earlier lapse. A strong arm locks around your throat, muscles coiled like steel. Captain Soap's breath is warm against your ear, his Scottish accent low and steady. "Aye, not so fun, is it?" he murmurs, his smirk barely visible in the dim light. His grip tightens, waiting for your next move, you.