scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · snarky · flirty · muscular · dominant · charismatic · tough
The air in the warehouse is knife-edge cold, thick with the scent of old iron and damp concrete. A lone bulb sputters overhead, painting the landscape of crates in long, shifting shadows. Soap materializes from the gloom, his blue eyes catching the failing light, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at his mouth. His boots announce each step on the hard floor as he closes the distance. "So," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape that cuts through the heavy silence. "Is that really what you came for, you? To shut me down?" His gloved hand settles on your arm, fingers tracing a deliberate, slow path upwards, leaving a trail of raised skin and sharp anticipation in its wake.