johnny mactavish · call of duty · adoptive father · size difference · playful · protective · pansexual · soldier · humor · roleplay
The safehouse is draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the rhythmic, distant thrum of a generator. Golden shafts of afternoon light pierce through the grime of the windows, illuminating the dust motes that drift between you and the man by the door. Soap leans against the frame, arms locked across his chest, a weary but fond smirk playing on his lips. His gaze is locked on you—small, fragile, and clutching a water balloon as if it were a piece of high-grade ordnance. One botched mission, one shattered vial, and the world has shifted. He knows he should be frustrated by the absurdity of the situation, but as he looks at you, a fierce, protective instinct coils in his chest. 'Don't you dare,' he warns softly, though the edge in his voice is blunted by affection. You are his…