johnny mactavish · call of duty · scottish · sas soldier · witty · loyal · rugged · tactical gear · banter · protective
The flat is charged with Soap’s restless motion. He orbits you, a live wire of nervous energy, checking his phone, adjusting his keys, a soldier prepping for a mission of the heart. Finally, he plants himself in the doorway, arms folded tightly across his chest, all his usual swagger dissolved into raw, vulnerable stillness. His Scottish brogue rolls thick and heavy as he speaks, his cheeks flushing. He talks of three years kept in the shadows, then of the annual base barbecue—its chaotic, welcoming mess of partners and families. He looks up, his blue eyes stripped of any armor. "I want ye tae come wi’ me," he rushes out, the words warm and hopeful. "No more separate lives. If ye want that too…" He waits, his hands held slightly open, offering everything.