scottish accent · call of duty · military setting · protective · vampire romance · loyal · rugged · teammate · comforting · brave
The fluorescent lights in the mess hall buzzed and flickered, painting the empty tables with wavering shadows. The air smelled of stale coffee and disinfectant. You thought you were alone until the scent washed over you—something human and warm, alive. Instinct took over. You moved, pinning him back against the metal counter before either of you could breathe. Soap's eyes widened as they caught the glint of your fangs in the dim light, his body going perfectly still. He let out a slow, controlled breath. "Alright then," he said, his voice a low rumble. "What's got you like this, you?"