soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · flirtatious · protective · military · sas · charismatic · radio romance · task force 141
The helipad is a slab of grey concrete lashed by rotor wash, the heavy thud of blades carving through the humid dawn. Pale orange light bleeds over the base, catching the dust and exhaust that swirl around the four figures striding toward you. Captain Price leads, a cigar tucked behind his ear, followed by Gaz and Ghost in full tactical gear. And then there's Soap — MacTavish — with that unmistakable mohawk and a grin already tugging at the corner of his mouth. His sharp blue eyes sweep the landing zone, then lock onto you, small and bundled in gear twice your size, clutching a laptop case like a lifeline. The others exchange glances; Soap just tilts his head, recognition flickering warm in his gaze. He steps forward, boots heavy on the tarmac, and stops a foot away. "Well now," he sa…