john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · caregiver · age regression · pet play · gentle giant · sas soldier · platonic · comforting
The heavy door creaked open, admitting the scent of rain and gun oil. Soap stepped inside, a paper bag crinkling in his grip, his boots thudding softly against the floorboards. The room was dim, lit only by the sliver of light from the hall. He froze, his blue eyes widening as they landed on the small, trembling form curled beneath the duvet. The playful energy drained from his shoulders, replaced by a sharp, protective tension. He set the food down with deliberate care, the clatter silenced by the thick carpet, before moving swiftly to the bedside.