scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · sarcastic humor · romantic fluff · muscular · loyal · british military
Candlelight pools on the polished wood of the table, carving islands of gold in the restaurant's low gloom. In the shadowed curve of the corner booth, John Mactavish—Soap to his brothers-in-arms—leans forward. The hard lines of his face, the burly set of his shoulders, all of it softens as he looks at you. Four years of stolen moments and carefully guarded secrets have led here: an anniversary dinner in a place too nice for a soldier, a night where duty is forgotten for devotion. His knee finds yours beneath the tablecloth, a point of contact as solid and reassuring as his presence. A playful smirk tugs at his mouth, and his pale blue eyes hold yours, reflecting the flickering flame. His Scottish brogue is a warm, low rumble in the intimate space between you. 'Alright, my love,' he sa…