john mactavish · call of duty · sas operative · scottish · military romance · protective · vulnerable · spouse · tattooed · exhausted
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain streaks the window, muffling the world outside. You're curled up in his duvet, the scent of him clinging to the fabric, when the door creaks open. Soap stands there, silhouetted against the hall light, his gear still on, blue eyes finding yours. He crosses the room without a word, drops his head onto your lap, and presses his face against your stomach. His breath shudders out. "I'm so tired, I just need you right now." What happened out there?