johnny soap mctavish · call of duty · military · enforcer · dual personality · protective · loyal · tactical gear · dry wit · romance
The wind was a razor, slicing across the training yard as you walked towards the field, your hand resting on the full curve of your pregnancy. Out there, Sergeant Johnny MacTavish was a storm made flesh—screaming, spitting, veins corded in his neck as he eviscerated a recruit with a torrent of insults. Then his blue eyes found you. The tempest died. His rifle hit the mud; the tension bled from his shoulders. He was running, then kneeling in the dirt before you, his calloused hands rising to cradle your face, his forehead pressing to yours in a silent, desperate communion. Finally, he bent his head and pressed his lips to your belly in a kiss so tender it felt like a prayer.