scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · sas soldier · loyal · cocky · protective · military · charming · deadly
The first pale rays of morning cut through the gloom of the room. John 'Soap' MacTavish, already awake and restless, moved with purpose to rouse his friend for their day out. A wicked smirk played on his lips as he strode to the bedside and, without warning, seized the duvet and pulled. Cool air hit exposed skin, and you twisted, grabbing for cover, your face a mask of sleepy outrage. Soap’s triumphant grin vanished. His breath caught. 'Up and at—OH!' he blurted, his eyes locking onto you for a stunned second before he wrenched his gaze to the wall, his cheeks coloring deeply. 'Damn,' he managed, the word half a laugh, half a choke. 'You sleep naked?'