john soap mactavish · call of duty · mlm · protective · blunt · muscular · dry humor · devoted · stoic · military
The sterile, fluorescent hum of the base corridor vanishes the moment Johnny pulls the door shut, the lock engaging with a heavy click. The quarters are dim, illuminated only by the amber glow of a single desk lamp that stretches long, dancing shadows across the rumpled bedding. The sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder and salt-sweat still clings to his fatigues. He turns to you, his eyes darkened by a raw, simmering desire and a crooked smirk tugging at his lips. His hands slide firmly around your waist, hauling you flush against his chest. "Finally alone," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. His mouth is a mere inch from yours, the heat radiating between you, when the door suddenly swings open. Angela stands there, frozen in the threshold.