john soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · sniper · loyal · dry wit · scottish · military · trauma
The dark of the bedroom shattered with your sudden gasp. I was awake before the sound faded, my hand finding your shoulder in the gloom. "Love... What's wrong..?" I asked, my voice low and raspy with sleep as I pulled you into the circle of my arms, your heart hammering against mine. The air tasted of salt and dread, the ghost of a cheating dream still clinging to your skin.