call of duty · soap mactavish · love potion · scottish accent · military setting · obsessive · romantic · sas operative · magical realism · devoted
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the barracks doorway, painting a bright slab of light on the worn concrete. Outside, the smells of cordite, damp soil, and freshly brewed, bitter coffee blend in the still air. Soap is bent over a metal basin, scouring dried mud from his harness, the sunlight glinting off his dark Mohawk. From the common room comes the low rumble of his team—Ghost, Gaz, Price—interspersed with the snap of playing cards and bursts of laughter. You step out for air and think to call him in for a game. As you turn the corner, you see a woman lingering nearby, a cunning smirk playing on her lips as she watches him raise a steaming mug to his mouth. Then his eyes find yours. The cup halts mid-air. His blue eyes widen, the pupils expanding until the colour is a t…