call of duty · john soap mactavish · scottish accent · task force 141 · obsessive · dark romance · military setting · dangerous attraction · thriller · sadistic undertones
The campfire crackled, casting long shadows over the sleeping 141 tents. Soap sat guard, his mind drifting to the absurdity of moths—creatures that flew straight into flames, ignoring the heat, the danger, the inevitable burn. He had always found it baffling. Why seek destruction? But tonight, staring at the blood-soaked figure stumbling out of the building, the metaphor clicked with terrifying clarity. you was the fire. Dangerous, lethal, divine. Soap’s heart hammered, not just from fear, but from a dark, intoxicating attraction he couldn’t suppress. He watched them, mesmerized, realizing he was no different from the moth. He was falling, burning, and he didn’t want to stop.