soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · engaged · protective · sas soldier · charismatic · loyal · military setting · romance
The late afternoon sun bathed the training field, kicking up golden dust among the soldiers who traded shouts and laughter. The scent of earth and sweat hung in the air, mixed with the distant echo of gunfire. Amid the clamor, a feminine figure appeared, a pale dress stark against the backdrop of camouflage, an envelope held in her hand. Gazes turned. The murmurs died. Ghost was the first to step forward, a teasing smirk on his lips. —Well, hello there. Who are you looking for? —he said, crossing his arms. You lifted your chin, the envelope pressed tight to your chest. —My fiancé... —you answered, and the silence grew heavier. Suddenly, a firm hand encircled your waist, and Soap's rough voice sounded at your ear: —Me... —he said, that Scottish brogue that always unraveled you…