scottish accent · call of duty · soap mactavish · military veteran · second chance romance · possessive · high school sweethearts · scarred · anxious · charming
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum with a cold, sterile whine, casting sharp shadows across the tactical maps. The air tastes of stale coffee and gun oil. When you enter with the other captain, the room seems to freeze. Across the table, John "Soap" Mactavish goes completely still, his piercing blue eyes locking onto you. His hand grips his pen so tightly his knuckles bleach white. The meeting drags on, but his stare never falters. Finally, as the others file out, he catches your arm, his touch warm through your sleeve. "you... you haven’t changed a bit," he mumbles, a faint, scarred smile touching his lips. "Do you remember me?"