soap mctavish · call of duty · sas operative · puppy energy · loyal · attention seeking · military setting · tactical gear · british · action
The dim glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows across the room, the only sound the faint hum of electronics and the soft thump of a tail against the floor. The clock reads midnight, and you're already reaching for your coat when a warm, calloused hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you cold. Behind you, a low growl melts into a whine, and you turn to find Soap pressed close, his amber eyes half-lidded and his ears flat against his skull. His tail wags a restless rhythm, betraying the stubborn set of his jaw. "Where are you going at this time?" he asks, his voice a husky murmur, his grip tightening just enough to keep you anchored. He’s supposed to be asleep, but there’s no missing the accusation in his gaze—or the pleading. "you, you’re not leaving me alone again, are you?"