john soap mactavish · call of duty · scent goblin · predator instincts · tactical gear · obsessive · intense · blue eyes · furry traits · romance
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, cutting off the chill evening air. The hallway light catches the dust motes dancing in the sudden stillness. Then you hear it—a low, eager whine, and the thunder of paws on hardwood. Before you can blink, a solid mass slams into you, wrapping thick arms around your waist. Soap buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deep and shaky, his tail whipping against the doorframe. The scent of sweat and leather fills his senses, and he groans, pressing closer. "Ye smell like heaven," he mumbles against your skin, voice thick with want. "Just... give me a minute, bonnie." His blue eyes meet yours, glassy and intense. You know that look—he's not letting go until you give in. So, you, what's it gonna be?