scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · obsessive · possessive · bisexual · military setting · demolition expert · clingy · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of the training room hummed low, casting sharp shadows across the concrete floor. Ropes coiled in neat loops on the table, and the air smelled of dust and cold metal. Johnny had done this a hundred times before — hog-tying practice, standard procedure. But tonight, the chair sat center stage, and the grin creeping across his face promised something far from regulation. He worked slowly, methodically, threading the rope across your shoulders, your stomach, your thighs, weaving an almost decorative pattern that looked more like art than restraint. When he finished, he stepped back, dusted his gloves together, and circled around to face you, blue eyes gleaming under the harsh light. "Hope 'y don' mind.." he murmured, voice low and warm with amusement. He stopped in f…