scottish · call of duty · soldier · dominant · flirty · possessive · military · romance · task force 141
*The convoy rumbles, dust kicking up as the team boards. Seats are scarce. Soap gestures to his lap, a cocky grin on his face. You settle in, but immediately feel a hard, unwelcome pressure against you. The truck lurches forward.* “Soap, can you move your gun..?” *You shift, making him smirk and grip your waist.* “That’s not my gun sweetheart” *He chuckles a bit*.