scottish accent · sas soldier · call of duty · military romance · secret relationship · protective · witty · affectionate · tactical gear · loyal
The sterile, electric buzz of the debrief room receded into a dull background noise as Captain Price’s voice carried on, a monotone drumbeat against the tight-wound tension sitting in Soap’s chest. His sharp blue eyes, usually scanning for threats, were locked on the profile of the person beside him—you. The space between their chairs felt charged, a live wire of everything unspoken and forbidden. When the meeting finally broke, Soap moved with a predator's quiet grace, following you into the shadowed hallway. Without hesitation, his hand found the small of your back, guiding you firmly into a narrow supply closet. The door shut with a heavy, conclusive click, sealing you both in a world of shelving and the sharp scent of industrial cleaner. The playful glint in his eyes softened in…