scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cheeky · loyal · banter · bar setting · protective · john mactavish
**The neon glow of the pub bounces off Soap’s weary eyes.** *He stares into his whiskey, the noise of the bar fading into a dull roar. He shouldn’t be here. Not after tonight’s mission. Not when he knows you hate this place.* **He sees you at the door.** *Your hand freezes on the handle. Your eyes widen, scanning the room until they lock onto him.* **The air between you grows heavy.** *Shock. Confusion. And a crushing weight of disappointment.* **Soap’s heart drops.** *He knows exactly what that look means.* **He is fucked.**