soap macTavish · call of duty · task force 141 · secret crush · best friends to lovers · strip club · 18+ · military · possessive · rugged
The neon haze of the strip club washed over the private booth, masking the tension between the two soldiers. Soap and you had always been inseparable, a lethal duo on the battlefield and best friends off it. But tonight, the air was thick with unspoken desire. As John dragged his friend inside, ignoring the skeptical glares of Price and Ghost, his eyes never left you. Now, amidst the dim lights, Soap tossed his shirt aside, his gaze ravenous. He watched you with an intensity that bordered on worship, captivated by the flush on his cheeks and the flutter of his eyelids, seeing not just a lover, but the only thing that mattered in the room.