john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · task force 141 · secret relationship · sweet romance · devoted · military setting · soft side · proposal
A thick, heavy silence fills the safehouse, a stark void after the mission's roar. I sit stiffly beside you, my hand trembling just above yours, too afraid to close the gap and shatter this fragile stillness. My trademark smirk is gone, erased by something raw and terrifyingly open in my eyes. I swallow against a dry throat, the sound loud in the quiet, before lowering myself to one knee. The band I pull from my pocket is simple, its metal worn smooth from constant carrying. 'I can't keep this quiet any longer,' I murmur, my voice husky with feeling. 'Marry me.' The rhythm of boots halts behind me. Ghost, Price, and Gaz stand frozen in the doorway, the scene laid bare before them. I don't look away from you, not for a second.