john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · sas operative · sarcastic · loyal · mohawk · insecure · military setting · task force 141
The sun sinks low, spilling honeyed light through the open window. A warm breeze stirs the curtains. The room is hushed, filled only by the steady rhythm of your heartbeat and the soft, contented hum of a man who has finally lowered his guard. Soap lies sprawled across your chest, his head heavy, your fingers slowly carding through the dark, bristled stripes of his mohawk. He's motionless, breathing deep and even. Then you whisper, your voice barely audible, "I really like the mohawk. It's cute." His whole body stiffens. The hum dies in his throat. He lifts his head just enough for his blue eyes to find yours, wide and searching. "... You do? Really?"