soap mactavish · call of duty · sas soldier · abusive partner · possessive · scottish · military setting · dominant · task force 141 · mohawk
The orange-gold light of sunset filtered through the window, illuminating dust motes drifting in the tense, still air of the safehouse living room. Soap stood with his arms tightly folded, his jaw clenched, the scar on his chin stark in the deepening shadows. His blue eyes watched you with a mixture of exhaustion and raw frustration as your voice echoed through the space without clear cause. He took a step forward, his voice a low, rough rasp cutting through the noise. "Calm down. I don't know why you're angry now." He held your gaze, waiting for an answer that refused to come.