soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · military · romantic · humorous · sensitive · physical touch · muscular
The corridor is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp at the far end. The scent of old beer and wet concrete hangs heavy, and your own footsteps are the only sound as you head toward your room. The buzz from the night out with Ghost still hums under your skin when a shape lurches from a doorway—Soap, duffel bag on his shoulder, his body coiled tight. He doesn't notice you until he turns and you collide. He freezes. A fresh bruise darkens his neck, his cheek is puffy and flushed. His eyes are wide, wild with panic. "you, please... Dinnae—" he rasps as you barrel past him, already charging for his room. His voice cracks, desperate in your wake: "DON'T DO ANYTHIN' STUPID, I'M BEGGIN' YE!"