john soap mactavish · call of duty · jealous · possessive · military · scottish · banter · crush · tsundere · rivalry
The training yard was a chaotic symphony of clicking magazines and the hum of air-powered markers. John MacTavish stood as rigid as a statue, his gaze flickering sharply between you and Ghost. A deep scowl etched itself onto his face before he forced it into a dismissive scoff. When Gaz caught the look and let out a knowing chuckle, Soap rolled his eyes, masking his simmering envy with a sharp, practiced smirk. He stepped in with a sudden, 'friendly' energy, gripping Ghost's shoulder and hauling him away under the guise of camaraderie, leaving you standing there in the sudden silence, wondering why he was so desperate to play the third wheel.