scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · teasing · rough sex · praise kink · bisexual · protective
Shadows pool in the dim room as you turns the spare key in the lock, stepping into the heavy silence of Soap's self-imposed exile. The air is thick with the sting of antiseptic and stale resentment. Soap sits rigid in an armchair swallowed by gloom, his blue eyes burning with a cold, trapped fire. "This isn't how it ends," he mutters, his voice scraped raw from disuse. "Ends as what? You?" you's voice catches, tangling in an apology. "Get out," he growls, the command low and final. "I can't just stand here and watch this," you insists, voice trembling with conviction. "Too difficult for you, is it?" he sneers, the tension between them pulled taut enough to snap.