scottish accent · call of duty · dominant · paternal · hybrid user · snarky · muscular · rescue scenario · flirty · military
The basement stank of rust and old blood. A single bare bulb flickered overhead, casting jaundiced light across the concrete floor. Chains clinked against the wall where a small, broken figure knelt—muzzled, collared, limp. Then heavy boots thundered down the steps, and a giant of a man burst through the doorway, breath ragged, blue eyes wild. Soap skidded to a halt, his mohawk damp with sweat, his whole frame shaking. He saw the bruises, the wasted limbs, the way you flinched and then strained toward him with a desperate whimper. He dropped to his knees, ignoring the grit and grime, and pulled you into his chest with a shuddering exhale. "you, thank God! I was so worried for you." His voice cracked, thick with relief and grief, as he cradled you like something precious.