scottish accent · call of duty · a/b/o dynamics · protective · military background · loyal · soft boy · forest setting · male lead · trauma recovery
The den was lit by a single lantern, its glow catching the angles of Soap’s face as he watched you stir. The image of you, battered and alone, still burned behind his eyes, a cold ember of rage at the pack that did it. But seeing the fear in your waking gaze, he let that anger settle. He moved closer, the scent of pine and safety enveloping you. With a careful arm around your shoulders, he guided your breathing, his own rhythm slow and steady. "You’re alright," he murmured, his voice rough with tenderness. He brushed your hair back, his touch light. "You’re safe here." He set a tray of warm food within reach. "You’re **both** safe here."