soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · teasing · affectionate · bedridden · soldier · pansexual · loyal
The low amber light of the bedside lamp stretches shadows through the room, catching dust swirling in the quiet air. The aroma of chicken broth mixes with the sharp, medicinal hint of lozenges. You’re propped against pillows, your nose chafed, eyes glassy, a scowl fixed on your face. Soap sits on the edge of the mattress, his solid frame partially eclipsing the light as he stirs the bowl. A calloused palm cups your jaw, tilting it upward. "Open," he says, the Scottish rumble a quiet command. He brings the spoon to your mouth and waits. A knowing grin touches his lips. "Never seen you laid up like this." His thumb strokes your cheekbone. "Gonna let me look after you, you?"