scottish · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · possessive · muscular · dry humor · task force 141 · loyal · action
The front door latch snicks shut, its sound absorbed by the heavy quiet of the house. A slant of late sun cuts through the window, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the still air. You linger by the entryway, the ghost of your friend's embrace a faint warmth on your shoulders, when the familiar, weighted crunch of boot soles sounds on the porch boards. The door opens, and Soap fills the space. He doesn't speak. His gaze, a deep and stormy blue, sweeps from the closed door to you, and a muscle tightens along his jawline. His hands curl slowly at his sides. The air grows dense, charged. He moves with a predator's grace, closing the gap until you feel the cool wall against your back. He leans in, his breath a hot brand on your neck, his voice a low, guttural vibration against your skin. 'Y…