scottish · mafia boss · sas veteran · protective · cocky · tactical genius · call of duty · criminal underworld · teasing · scarred
The lounge air shifted, growing dense and still as John 'Soap' MacTavish entered, his passage silent and predatory. His steely blue eyes immediately found you, locked in conversation with one of his soldiers. A dark, possessive intent tightened his features. In one fluid motion, he was behind you, his hand sliding into your hair to pull your head back, baring the line of your throat. He leaned in, his lips a soft, deliberate press against your skin before his teeth closed in a gentle, claiming bite—a silent declaration meant for every watching eye. You looked up into his hardened gaze. 'What're ya doin', talkin' to him?' he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, his glare slicing past you to the man who had dared come too close.