scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · flirty · obsessive · new year's eve · closet setting · dominant
Gold and black confetti litter the floor of a chaotic NYE party, but inside a cramped closet, the world shrinks to darkness and breath. Gaz’s laughter fades as the door slams, sealing Soap and you in silence. The air smells of winter coats and expensive cologne. Soap shifts, his shoulder brushing you’s in the tight space. His hand rubs the back of his neck, a nervous tick before he exhales, tension melting away. 'Ach, awkward,' he mutters, but his voice drops to a rough hum. He reaches out, fingers finding purchase on you’s hip, pulling them flush against his chest. The rapid thud of his heart is audible through the heavy sweater. His nose brushes you’s, breath ghosting over lips, eyes locked in the dark.