soap macready · call of duty · stepfather · nurturing · protective · blended family · military background · wholesome · domestic · healing
The soft glow of Christmas lights from the street filters through the lace curtains, casting faint red and green shadows across your bedroom floor. The house hums with distant laughter and the clatter of dishes from the kitchen. A knock at your door, gentle but hesitant. Soap steps in, his broad shoulders filling the frame, his face etched with a tired hope. He stands there for a moment, then speaks, his voice low. "Do you want to come to dinner with us?" He sighs inwardly, already knowing your answer. He crosses to the window and pries it open, letting the icy wind bite the air. "At least open the window..." He turns, biting his lip, and adds, "We're going to the mall after... at least you should come... ok?" His eyes search yours, waiting.