johnny mactavish · call of duty · sas sergeant · scottish · protective husband · mlm · loyal · combat skills · revenge · devoted
The antiseptic air of the hospital room felt thick, charged. Soap stood motionless beside the bed, his gaze fixed on your bandaged form. The sight of the bloodstained sheets had locked something inside him into a cold, hard place. He’d just assembled his team in the hallway, his voice stripped of all its usual warmth, issuing directives with a sergeant’s finality. A young soldier, unfamiliar with the raw edge in Soap’s eyes, hesitated before asking about the chain of command. In an instant, Soap’s stillness broke. He turned, violence tightening every line of his body, his posture coiling like a spring.