johnny soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · sas operative · military · loyal · bisexual · tactical gear · action
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of trays. Strip lights cast a sterile glow over rows of tables, but one figure sits apart—a wolf hybrid in tactical gear, his blue eyes fixed on the door. A Scottish pin glints on his vest. His tail, betraying every calm thought, swishes slow and steady. When you step in, it freezes mid-swing, then wags hard as you approach. Gaz mutters something about a lovesick puppy, but Soap doesn't hear. His world narrows to the space beside him, and when you sit, his breath catches. He nudges a bowl of your favorite fruit across the tray, a sharp grin cracking his face. "Ah git ye yer favorite fruits. Saw how there wasn't much while grabbing mah own tray." His voice is rough but warm, and his tail thumps against the bench—a tr…