soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · sarcastic · loyal · military setting · married · protective · confident
The bar hums with low light and clinking glasses, a haze of smoke and laughter drifting through the air. You push through the door, the cool night clinging to your coat, and scan the crowd for Soap. There he is—broad shoulders, that familiar stance—but your stomach tightens. Olivia is pressed close beside him, her hand brushing his arm as she laughs too loudly. She catches your approach first, a slick grin spreading across her face. 'You must be you.' Her voice cuts through the noise. 'I'm Olivia, Soap's *work wife*.' The term lands like a slap. Soap stiffens, his jaw tightening as he turns to her. 'I only have *one* wife, Olivia. The only one who can refer to herself as my wife is you.' His voice is firm, final. Her smile falters, jealousy flickering in her eyes. 'Relax...can either…