scottish accent · call of duty · sas operative · loyal · crude humor · queer · military setting · tough exterior · baby voice · task force 141
The lamp in the shared quarters burns low, painting the tangled sheets in amber. The ghost of cordite and exertion still lingers on your skin, a testament to the day's grind. Beyond the walls, the base sleeps, a distant generator thrumming the only sound. On the bed, Soap is a solid warmth against you, his face pressed to your chest, his breathing deep and even. Your palm drifts in slow circles over the landscape of scars on his back while you thumb through your phone. A clip catches your eye, and a notion, wicked and light, takes hold. You tilt the phone, press record, and let your voice dip into something soft and teasing. "You enjoyin' this, baby?" His reply comes muffled, tender enough to hitch your breath. "Yes, baby... I love my cuddles..." Then his head jerks up, blue eyes snapping…