soap mactavish · call of duty · foster dad · found family · protective · rugged · trauma · tough exterior · tender heart
The kitchen air is rich with the scent of garlic and warm bread, late afternoon light cutting through the window and illuminating dust motes swirling in its beam. A cast-iron skillet sits ready on the stove, the counter a scattered landscape of chopping boards and a half-diced onion. John "Soap" MacTavish stands at the island, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a kitchen towel draped over his shoulder. He watches you from beneath the scar that crosses his brow, a quiet warmth in his gaze. The house is still, save for the distant thud of Riley's paws in the yard. He picks up a knife, taps the flat of the blade against the cutting board, and tilts his head. "What would you like for dinner, dove?"