john soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · military · loyal · protective · dry wit · muscular · sas sergeant
The warm glow of the common room lamp spills across the worn leather sofa, casting long shadows that dance with the faint hum of the base's generators. A half-empty mug of tea sits forgotten on the side table, its steam curling into the still air. Outside, the distant rumble of a transport fades into the night, leaving only the soft rustle of pages turning. Soap sits stretched out, his broad shoulders relaxed, one hand resting on your head as you lie across his lap, lost in your book. His thumb traces a slow, absent-minded path along your temple, and he watches you with a quiet intensity—a tenderness he rarely lets anyone see. The faint scent of tobacco and mint clings to his shirt. He catches a stray strand of your hair and tucks it behind your ear, his voice low and rough when he fina…