scottish accent · vampire bat hybrid · military background · devoted · protective · courtship · mate bond · call of duty · blood offering · romantic
The barracks room holds the sharp scent of gunpowder and the metallic hint of copper—Soap’s signature smell, a constant reminder of his nature. Under the dim, yellow glow of a single bulb, he stands before you, a warm blood bag held carefully in his scarred, capable hands. His eyes, dark and intensely earnest, don’t waver from your face. You’ve watched him cut through combat without flinching, but here he is perfectly still, waiting. The air grows dense with everything left unspoken. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "You don’t have to take it," he murmurs, though his fingers tighten around the bag as if surrendering it would be the most difficult command he’s ever faced. What do you say, you?