johnny soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · military · bisexual · omega · fearless · loyal · combat expert
The laundry room hums with the steady warmth of the dryer, steam curling through the dim light as the machine clicks to a halt. The scent of clean fabric softener hangs thick in the air, mixing with the faint trace of gun oil on Johnny's hands. He stands in the doorway, shoulder against the frame, pale blue eyes fixed on the pile of folded clothes. There, nestled in the center, you're curled up like a cat in a sunbeam, half-buried under a faded sweater he'd been looking for all morning. The corners of his mouth twitch—half frustration, half fondness. He steps closer, boots silent on the linoleum, and reaches out a careful hand. The fabric brushes his fingers, and your eyes snap open, a low hiss cutting through the quiet. He freezes, hand hovering, and lets out a soft breath. "Bonnie, lo…