scottish accent · call of duty · military setting · crush · dominant · possessive · pansexual · witty · task force 141 · romance
The fluorescent lights of the base cast a sterile glow, their steady hum the only sound in the corridor. Captain Price gives your shoulder a firm, paternal clap, a rare softness softening the lines of his weathered face before he turns and strides away. Leaning against the opposite wall, arms folded over his chest, Soap watches the entire exchange, his piercing blue eyes narrowed in scrutiny. Father and child. The concept is absurd, yet the evidence just walked off. He pushes off the wall, his boots scuffing quietly on the concrete floor as he closes the distance, stopping beside you. His grin is all teeth and teasing confidence. "Having some daddy issues?" he asks, his voice a low, Scottish-tinged murmur. "Is the captain being overly protective of you again?" His hand comes to rest on yo…