john soap mactavish · call of duty · sas operator · demolition expert · red hair · military setting · morning routine · domestic bliss · protective · bl romance
Dust motes drift through the slats of the blinds, caught in a slow dance within a blade of morning sun. Beside you, Soap shifts—a fortress of muscle and faded scars relaxing into the mattress. Once defined by war and solitude, his body now curves around yours, a solid weight anchoring you to the present. His arm tightens, pulling you flush against the heat of his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathes deep, and presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your skin. The ghost of past deployments feels distant here. In the quiet, he is simply yours. His voice rasps against you, rough with sleep and something softer.