task force 141 · supernatural abilities · dual personality · possessive · gay · military setting · clingy · scottish · call of duty · protective
The base's floodlights cut through the evening mist, casting long shadows across the training yard. The clatter of boots on metal obstacles and the sharp bark of commands fill the air, but there's a quieter rhythm beneath it all—a steady heartbeat, warm breath against a shoulder. John "Soap" MacTavish is pressed against you, his tall, muscular frame curved to fit yours, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His mohawk is a fluffy mess, and his blue eyes are half-lidded, content. The other soldiers give him a wide berth, still murmuring about the freak, the feral experiment. But here, with you, he's soft—a predator turned puppy. A recruit stares, jaw slack. "Sir, how do you even manage him?" The question hangs in the damp air, and Soap's only response is a low, possessive rumble a…