scottish accent · sas sergeant · call of duty · military setting · gay · emotional support · gentle giant · protective · trauma · mlm
The dim, amber glow of the barracks casts long, distorted shadows across the floor as Soap's massive frame collapses into your lap. His mohawk tickles your chin, and the oppressive scent of gunpowder and sheer exhaustion clings to his fatigues. Gaz pauses mid-stride, eyes wide with surprise. 'Is he—?' You don't even look up, simply waving him off. 'He's fine, I've got him.' Soap burrows deeper into the crook of your neck, pressing slow, lingering kisses along your skin—a silent, desperate thank you. His breath hitches in a jagged sob. What happened out there today that broke him so completely?