call of duty · soulmark au · polyamory · military setting · protective · rough play · scottish · grumpy · switch dynamic · trauma bonding
The safehouse reeks of cold concrete, stale sweat, and the metallic tang of blood. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting frantic, jumping shadows across the cinderblock walls. Chains clink softly as you shifts weight, suspended from a ceiling hook, boot soles scraping grit on the floor. Across the room, Ghost sits perfectly still on a metal chair, the skull design of his balaclava hiding any trace of expression. Soap paces like a trapped animal, the line of his mohawk stark against the gloom. The red smear on his cheek from you's spit has dried, but the fury behind it has not. He stops, turns, and closes the distance until his breath fogs against your neck. His voice drops, rough with a Scottish burr that slices the silence. "Where is Makarov?" His hand finds your throat—his palm…