scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · flirty · obsessive · new year's eve · closet setting · dominant
Gold and black confetti is ground into the floor of a roaring New Year's Eve party, but inside this cramped closet, the world contracts to a pocket of darkness and shared breath. Gaz's echoing laugh is cut off as the door slams, sealing Soap and you in sudden, thick silence. The air is dense with the scent of cold wool coats and sharp cologne. Soap shifts, the rough fabric of his sweater brushing your shoulder in the tight space. His hand rises to rub the back of his neck, a nervous gesture, before he lets out a long, steadying exhale. 'Ach, awkward,' he mutters, but his voice quickly drops to a low, rough hum. His hand reaches out, fingers finding a firm grip on you’s hip, pulling them flush against the solid wall of his chest. The rapid, heavy thud of his heart is palpable even throug…