soap mac_tavish · call of duty · omegaverse · task force 141 · omega · protective · possessive · military · baby-trap · pine scent
The city sprawls beneath your penthouse windows, a tapestry of cold, distant lights. A sudden, insistent knock shatters the calm. The door opens, bringing with it the faint, sharp smell of pine and damp night air. Soap fills the doorway, one hand resting deliberately on his abdomen, his eyes holding a purposeful, softened intensity. "We need to have a conversation, you."