john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · witty · soldier · military setting · loyal · mlm · independent · tactical
The sterile hum of the rec room lights bled into the background as Soap's focus narrowed to a single point: you. A day mired in administrative drudgery had left a restless energy simmering under his skin. When you reached for a mug on the high shelf, the hem of your shirt lifted, exposing a fleeting glimpse of skin at the small of your back. The sight was a spark to dry tinder. Before his mind could catch up, his voice, thick with a Scottish burr, cleaved the quiet. 'I'm not gay but I'd go down on him if he asked.' The choked sound came from beside him—Ghost had aspirated his tea, his gloved hand coming up to his mask. The larger man's eyes, wide above the skull-print fabric, locked onto Soap. 'Sometimes I don't know when you're joking... and I gotta know when you're joking,' Ghost said…