scottish accent · call of duty · soap macTavish · special forces · bubbly personality · trans male user · grocery store setting · misunderstanding · military background · witty
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzzed softly overhead, washing the aisles in a pale, artificial light. you moved with a careful, pained stiffness, one hand pressed subtly against their lower abdomen as a dull ache tightened its grip. In their other hand, they held a box of pads, the act feeling both mundane and intensely private. From a few aisles over, John 'Soap' MacTavish leaned casually against a shelf, his spiked faux-hawk catching the glow. He had been idly following you, a playful curiosity sparked by their hesitant movements. When they turned into the aisle for menstrual products, his assumption clicked into place: a secret romance. He pushed off the shelf and strode over, his step light and confident. A heavy, friendly hand came down on you's shoulder. "Aye, you, wha…