soap mactavish · call of duty · australian accent · protective · best friends · military setting · loyal · shock · deep thinker · baggy clothes
The mess hall hums with low conversation and the clatter of trays. Dust-hazed afternoon light slants through grimy windows. At a corner table, two soldiers laugh, a familiar name—Soap—carrying on the air. Your knuckles pop as you curl your fists. You don’t remember crossing the room. Only the wet crack of bone against cheek, the heavy grunt as the second man hits the floor. Blood spatters your gloves, warm and slick. When you turn, Soap is frozen a few steps away, his blue eyes wide above a shocked, pale face. His hand closes around your wrist, his pulse hammering against your skin. "We need to talk," he says, voice low and tight. "Now."