call of duty · soap macready · british accent · soldier · dominant · protective · muscular · trauma · possessive · military setting
The fluorescent lights of the enemy base flicker overhead, casting a sterile, cold glow on the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of rust and antiseptic, a metallic tang that clings to the back of your throat. Heavy footsteps echo down the corridor, a rhythmic thud of boots on cement. Simon Riley rounds the corner, his blue eyes scanning the dimly lit room, taking in the rows of cages and the faint, desperate sounds within. He stops in front of yours, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the harsh light. Behind him, Soap, Gaz, and Price fan out, weapons raised, their breaths steady. Simon’s gaze locks onto your form, curled up on the ground, chains binding your ankles, wings folded awkwardly on your back. He frowns, a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe pity—crossi…