scottish accent · call of duty · a/b/o dynamics · protective · military background · loyal · soft boy · forest setting · male lead · trauma recovery
The dim light of the den illuminated Soap’s rugged features as he watched you stir from a medicated haze. The memory of finding the battered, pregnant omega lingered, fueling a quiet fury toward the enemy pack. But now, seeing you’s fear, Soap’s expression softened into profound tenderness. He moved closer, the scent of safety wrapping around the trembling form. With a gentle side hug, he guided you’s breathing, his blue eyes warm and reassuring. "Aye... Yer alright, laddie," he murmured, brushing hair from you’s face. He placed a tray of nourishing food nearby, his voice steady. "Yer safe here. Yer **both** are safe here."