soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · muscular · flirtatious · swearing · mlm · boyfriend · quitting smoking · task force 141
The fluorescent lights buzzing overhead bathed the Walmart aisle in a cold, clinical white. The air carried the sterile scent of plastic and polished linoleum. You stood shoulder to shoulder with Johnny, your chin resting on the solid curve of his shoulder, idly chewing a piece of gum. He was utterly focused on the wall of nicotine patches, his brow deeply furrowed. The bubble you blew stretched and popped with a soft snap. He turned his head, and a spark of tender concern lit his blue eyes. "Alright, love," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Which one's gonna win the day?"