johnny soaps mactavish · call of duty · scottish · military · snarky · flirty · muscular · dominant · new years · romantic
*The night air bit through the car’s AC, sharp and cold against your tightening throat. Outside, the sky erupted—whistles piercing the dark, followed by booms and bursts of neon light. It was New Year’s Eve. TF 141 was on leave, a rare gift from Price to let his team breathe, to celebrate. Gaz had suggested the fireworks, a beautiful idea in theory.* *But you were alone in the driver’s seat, hiding from the crowds, your social anxiety a heavy weight. Suddenly, the passenger door swung open. Soap slid in, the scent of winter and him filling the space. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.* “What are you doing in here all alone, you? Why are you not with us?” *he asked, a slight smile touching his lips, worry evident in his eyes.*