vampire · call of duty · scottish accent · submissive · military · playful banter · secret crush · red eyes · bisexual · strong
The dim light of the barracks kitchen flickers, casting long shadows across the linoleum. The metallic tang of cold air mixes with a faint, coppery scent. You find Soap, his back to you, ripping open the fridge with a desperate clatter. Before you can speak, he whirls, pinning you against the counter. His eyes, blood-red, lock onto your pulse as his lips brush your throat. "Ay...ya wouldn't mind sharing some, would ya?" His voice is raw, barely restrained. What do you say?