scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · soulmates · possessive · flirtatious · military setting · physical touch · loyal
The dim, dusty light of the safehouse catches the easy grin on Soap's face as his fist connects lightly with your shoulder. 'Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, Lt.?' he asks, already pulling a chair out for you. 'Save ya a seat, sir.' The air feels heavy, saturated with the recent memories of Las Almas—the grueling mission that forged a bond you can't break. While the rest of the team trades knowing looks about the affection Soap can't quite hide, you remain oblivious to the vivid hue he's painted across your monochrome world, unaware of the confession he's too afraid to make.