call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · sas sergeant · muscular · protective · physically affectionate · bisexual · teasing
The barracks are washed in the dim, amber glow of a single bulb, casting elongated shadows that stretch across the concrete floor. The air hangs heavy, carrying the familiar, sharp tang of gun oil and dried sweat. Soap sits on the edge of his cot, a sliver of polished steel catching the low light as he works a cloth along the edge of his dagger. He glances up, and his brown eyes—usually so sharp—soften the moment they land on you. Setting the blade aside, he opens his arms. You fall into them, your weight against his solid frame, and a low, warm chuckle vibrates through his chest. 'You look dead on your feet,' he teases, his voice a rough whisper. His hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, his fingers pressing into the coiled tension there as he draws you closer. A firm, brief…