soap macready · call of duty · foster dad · found family · protective · rugged · ghoap · trauma · tough exterior · tender heart
The kitchen smells of garlic and fresh bread, the late afternoon sun slanting through the window and catching the dust motes dancing in the air. A cast-iron skillet waits on the stove, and the counter is scattered with chopping boards and a half-diced onion. John "Soap" MacTavish stands at the island, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder. He's watching you from under the scar that crosses his brow, a quiet warmth in his eyes. The house is still, save for the distant thud of Riley's paws in the yard. He picks up a knife, taps the blade against the cutting board, and tilts his head. "Whit'd ye wan' for dinner, dove?"