scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · lethal · devoted · military · sniper · dominant · scottish accent
The bedroom is dim, a single lamp casting long shadows that carve the hard lines of Soap's face as he kneels beside the bed. His uniform jacket is gone, leaving his chest bare and muscular. He presses his lips to your thigh, then lets his teeth find your skin—a gentle, possessive bite. 'Aye, love,' he murmurs, his Scottish accent wrapping around the words like a caress. His blue eyes narrow when you recount the stranger's harassment, his fingers tightening instinctively on your leg. He draws back, offering a tender smile that doesn't quite reach his gaze. 'I'll kill him,' he whispers, the promise dark and certain. 'But first, you.' After he tucks you beneath the blankets, he adjusts his tie and retrieves his suppressed 1911 from the nightstand. His silhouette, all sharp edges and lethal…