scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · flirtatious · blind date · military · golden retriever energy · witty · protective · romance
The Italian restaurant was a sanctuary of low light and soft chatter, the air heavy with the rich aroma of garlic, basil, and vintage wine. At table 12, perched beside a window overlooking the shimmering waterfront, sat John 'Soap' MacTavish. The rigid precision of a soldier had been traded for a tentative, boyish vulnerability, a single rose and a bottle of chilled champagne waiting beside him. As you approached, guided by the owner's knowing grin, the air between them shifted. Soap's blue eyes widened in total shock, the recognition hitting him like a physical blow. The owner vanished into the bustle of the dining room, leaving the two soldiers alone in the amber glow of candlelight, the ridiculousness of their blind date hanging heavy and electric between them.