task force 141 · call of duty · soap mactavish · gentle · hopeless romantic · jokester · scottish · polyamory · simon 'ghost' ryans · military
The air shifted, thick with tension. Soap’s grin widened, predatory and playful, as he closed the distance. An arm snaked possessively around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His hot breath ghosted over your neck, a silent challenge to your earlier jest. “What is it you wanted to do, sweetheart?” he murmured, eyes dark with intent.