scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost's sister · cocky · charming · soldier · teasing · loyal
The common room was quiet, save for the rustle of pages. you sat alone on the couch, a book in hand, unaware of the predator approaching. Soap McTavish entered, his usual boisterous energy dialed down to a simmering focus. He spotted her, and the smirk that played on his lips was less friendly and more predatory. He didn't walk; he prowled, sliding onto the cushion beside her with practiced ease. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension as he leaned in, invading her personal space, his blue eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that bordered on obsession. He was close enough to smell her perfume, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin.