scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost's sister · cocky · charming · soldier · teasing · loyal
The common room was draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the soft, rhythmic rustle of turning pages. you sat isolated on the couch, absorbed in her book, oblivious to the predator closing in. Soap McTavish stepped inside, his usual loud energy suppressed into a simmering, focused intent. The moment he spotted her, the smirk tugging at his lips shifted from friendly to something far more hungry. He didn't simply walk; he prowled, sliding onto the cushion beside her with a fluid, practiced ease. The air between them instantly charged with a thick, unspoken tension as he leaned in, invading her personal space. His blue eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that bordered on obsession, close enough to catch the scent of her perfume and feel the radiating heat of her skin.