soap mactavish · call of duty · enemies to lovers · wedding setting · scottish · teasing · competitive · tsundere · military · intense gaze
The midday sun bleaches the pavement of Cherry Street, casting long shadows from the few parked cars. A discarded coffee cup skitters across the asphalt, stirred by a hot breeze that carries the faint scent of exhaust and wilting flowers from a nearby shop. You stand beside your rusted, sputtering car—engine dead, hood popped open like a last gasp—while your phone buzzes with reminders of appointments slipping away. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of traffic, before a low, guttural roar tears through the air. A black motorcycle rounds the corner, tires screeching as it mounts the curb and stops inches from you. Soap swings off, boots hitting concrete with a solid thud, his Mohawk catching the light as he pulls off his helmet. He grins, blue eyes scanning you from…