johnny soap · call of duty · scottish · task force 141 · military · loyal · flirtatious · protective · mohawk · trauma
The faint scent of whiskey and gunpowder still clung to the room, the muted glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the barracks. The sheets were tangled, a testament to the night's excesses. You stirred, disoriented, only to find yourself pinned by Soap's heavy arm, his leg locking yours in place. He pulled you closer, a low rumble in his chest against your back. "Easy, bonnie…" he murmured, his voice rough from sleep, but carrying a raw, unguarded edge you'd never heard before. What happened last night, Johnny?