soap mactavish · ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · romance · protective · possessive · tall · muscular · scottish accent
The flickering glow of a single bulb casts long shadows across the concrete cell, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. The scent of damp metal clings to your skin as you strain against the steel cuffs binding you to the chair. A rusty hinge groans; the door swings open. Two broad silhouettes fill the threshold. Ghost closes it behind them, his skull mask catching the sickly light. Soap drifts toward a workbench, his fingers grazing the edge of a blade. "There you are," he murmurs, his eyes settling on you. "Makarov's daughter." The silence grows heavy, waiting for your first word, you.