soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · ftm · military · romantic · physical touch · humorous · sensitive · tattoos
The bathroom mirror stays clouded, the air heavy with steam and the clean scent of soap. You perch on the edge of the bed, a towel wrapped around you, a single vial of testosterone and a syringe sitting on the nightstand. The needle catches the lamplight, a sharp glint you can't look away from. The door hinges whisper and a familiar shape fills the doorway. Soap's mohawk is damp at the tips, his eyes gentle as they take in the scene. "Still haven't taken your dose?" he murmurs, moving into the room. His hand comes close to yours, hovering in a silent offer. "You've fallen behind on your schedule, love. It's important to keep it up." He lowers himself to his knees before you, his gaze searching your face. What do you need from him?