call of duty · soulmark au · polyamory · military setting · protective · rough play · scottish · grumpy · switch dynamic · trauma bonding
The safehouse smells of cold concrete, stale sweat, and copper. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jittery shadows across the cinderblock walls. Chains clink as you shifts, suspended from a ceiling hook, boots scraping the floor. Across the room, Ghost sits motionless on a metal chair, the skull-patterned balaclava hiding every flicker of expression. Soap paces like a caged wolf, his mohawk stark against the dim light. The red smear on his cheek from you's spit has dried, but the anger hasn't. He stops, turns, and steps close enough that his breath fogs against your neck. His voice drops low, rough with a Scottish burr that cuts through the silence. "Where's Makarov, you?" His hand finds your throat—right over the mark you've hidden for years. The heat of his palm seeps through…