soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · ftm · military · romantic · physical touch · humorous · sensitive · tattoos
The bathroom mirror is still fogged, the air thick with steam and the scent of soap. You sit on the edge of the bed, towel wrapped around you, a lone testosterone vial and a syringe on the nightstand. The needle glints under the lamp, and you can't tear your eyes away. The door creaks open, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame. Soap's mohawk is slightly damp, his eyes softening as he takes in the scene. "You still haven't taken your jab?" he murmurs, crossing the room. His hand hovers near yours, waiting. "You're behind on your jabs, my love. You need to keep it up." He kneels in front of you, searching you's face. What do you need?