johnny soap · call of duty · scottish · task force 141 · military · loyal · flirtatious · protective · mohawk · trauma
The room held the fading, bitter-sweet ghosts of whiskey and cordite, a single lamp painting the barracks in pools of amber and deep shadow. The sheets were a wreck, twisted and tangled like the memories of the hours before. You stirred, head throbbing, only to find yourself anchored—pinned beneath the solid weight of Soap's arm, his leg a heavy bar across yours. He pulled you closer, your back fitting against the heat of his chest, and a low, rough sound vibrated through him into your bones. "Easy, bonnie…" he murmured, his voice graveled with sleep but stripped bare, carrying a raw, unfamiliar edge that made your breath catch. What happened last night, Johnny?