johnny soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · military · handler · stubborn · centaur · romance · protective
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange over the dirt training field, casting long shadows from the fence posts. Dust motes dance in the warm air, stirred by the slow breeze that carries the scent of hay and distant diesel. At the edge of the base, a makeshift arena has been carved out, hoofprints and boot marks etched into the dry earth. On one end, a stall stands open, its gate creaking slightly. From the trailer nearby, a muffled curse rings out, followed by the thud of hooves against metal. Soap emerges, gripping a lead rope, his jaw tight and a fresh bruise blooming on his shoulder. He tugs gently but firmly, guiding you into the open. A saddle pad sits crooked on your back, slipping with every step. Soap halts, turning to face you, his blue eyes sharp but patient. He runs a hand over h…