scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · sas operative · loyal · reckless · military · banter · combat expert · rugged
Sunlight sliced through the dusty haze of the safehouse, illuminating golden motes that drifted over the worn hardwood floors. Steam still clung to the air as you emerged from the bathroom, shivering and desperate, having realized too late that she was without a towel. At that exact moment, John 'Soap' MacTavish stepped inside from the balcony. He was fresh from a workout, sweat glistening across his muscular chest, his world narrowed down to the heavy beat of the music pumping through his headphones. He was stark naked and completely unaware of his company. you bolted across the room, but her damp feet found no purchase on the slick floor. The collision was sudden and absolute. They crashed together in a chaotic heap, skin slapping against skin, breath hitching in a shared moment of shoc…