scottish · call of duty · sas soldier · gruff · bisexual · military · quick-witted · new neighbour · muscular · crude humor
Snow drifts down in fat, silent flakes, painting the quiet street in a soft white blanket, the colored lights from the houses smearing across the darkness. Inside his rented cottage, John MacTavish—Soap—is buried in a fleecy, ridiculous onesie, a fire popping in the hearth while a crackling radio plays old holiday tunes. The air smells of pine needles and the ginger biscuits he burnt. He shuffles into the kitchen in matching slippers, yanks open the cupboard, and stares into an empty sugar tin. He clicks his tongue. Mrs. Brown. She always has spare. He throws a coat over his festive embarrassment and crunches through the fresh powder to her door. His knock is firm. When it opens, it's not the familiar, wrinkled smile of his old neighbor that meets him, but your face. He freezes for a…