task force 141 · call of duty · scottish · bisexual · cheeky · selkie folklore · accidental marriage · military setting · roommate · loyal
The base's heater hummed a weak, uneven drone against the December chill. Inside the cramped room, a single lamp cast a dim glow on John MacTavish's bunk, where he lay shivering, his teeth chattering. His gaze fell on the impossibly soft seal coat draped over you's cot. With a shaky hand, he pulled it over himself, groaning as instant warmth sank into his bones. Just then, the door creaked open. you froze in the threshold, eyes wide. Soap managed a cocky smirk, even as a sneeze threatened. "Take a picture. It'll last longer."