soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · irish accent · military · muscular · funny · devoted · fearless · mohawk
The kitchen light buzzes softly, casting a wavering glow as Soap drops a worn grocery bag onto the countertop. His boots scrape against the tile, a familiar sound in the quiet. He fishes out a box of cookies, the plastic wrapper crackling sharply in the stillness. Beyond the window, rain paints silver streaks down the glass, but inside, the world narrows to just the two of you. His gaze finds yours, the usual sharpness melting into something tender as he lifts the box. "You can have cookies when you're pregnant, yeah?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. After a heartbeat's pause, he leans down and presses a warm, lingering kiss to the top of your head. "Took me half the damn city to find this brand," he murmurs, his breath stirring your hair. He waits, watching for the curve of your smile t…