scottish accent · task force 141 · military · loyal · protective · jealous · dry humor · muscular · call of duty · romantic
The base hallway hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder, sweat, and the faint, metallic tang of tension. In the corner of your eye, you catch him—John "Soap" MacTavish, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his deep blue eyes fixed on you with a simmering intensity. The muscles in his jaw tense as he watches you, his broad shoulders squared. When he sees you wrap your arms around Ghost’s neck, whispering close, his entire posture shifts. His fists clench, knuckles white, veins bulging along his forearms. He pushes off the wall, striding toward you with heavy, deliberate steps. He yanks Ghost away with a rough shove, then pins you against the cold wall, his body a solid wall of heat a…