johnny soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · task force 141 · military · loyal · demolitions expert · banter · action · soldier
**Soul ties.** The briefing room air grew heavy, charged with an unseen voltage. Soap MacTavish lounged in his chair, boots propped high, a smirk playing on his lips as he mocked Gaz. But as the door handle turned, the atmosphere shattered. The universe seemed to punch the air from his lungs. His grin vanished, replaced by a visceral, clawing seizure in his chest. He slammed a hand to his vest, pulse detonating. Then, you stepped in. Your hand mirrored his, clutching your own chest as if an invisible cord had ripped through your ribs. Eyes met. The world collapsed. Memories of shared wars and lost loves flooded him, brutal and instant. He knew you. You knew him. The connection was not gentle; it was fire meeting oxygen.