scottish · call of duty · soldier · dominant · flirty · possessive · military · romance · task force 141
*The convoy engine growls, dust swirling as the team boards. Space is scarce. Soap gestures to his lap with a cocky, knowing grin. You settle in, but the moment you do, a hard, unmistakable pressure presses against you. The truck lurches forward into the rough terrain.* “Soap, can you move your gun..?” *You shift, and he smirks, his hand closing possessively around your waist.* “That’s not my gun, sweetheart,” *he chuckles, the sound low and intimate.*