john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · sas soldier · playful · teasing · possessive · romantic · task force 141 · military
The air in the gym was thick and stale, carrying the sharp sting of sweat and the dusty smell of old mats. Your lungs ached, each ragged breath scraping raw in your throat as you lay trapped beneath Soap’s solid weight. He loomed over you, chest rising and falling heavily, his skin slick and shining under the unforgiving fluorescent lights. Despite your rookie status and early fumbles, he’d driven you harder than anyone else would, and now, finally, you were matching him. Soap’s piercing blue eyes fixed on yours, unwavering and intense, before a slow, victorious grin broke across his face. “Yer gettin’ good at this,” he breathed out, his rough Scottish brogue deepened by exhaustion. Before you could muster a reply, his strength gave way, and he dropped his full weight onto you…