john soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military soldier · jealous · insecure · teasing · sarcastic · loyal
The door closed behind him with a solid thud, shutting out the chill and the chaos of the outside world. Soap leaned against it for a second, the familiar ache of travel in his bones overshadowed by a colder, sharper dread. The old military wives' tale whispered in his mind, a ghost of past heartbreaks. He loved you—his sweetheart who saw magic in pebbles and peace in quiet corners—but that ghost was a persistent one. The hallway was dark and still. His heart pounded a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he toed off his heavy boots. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he pushed his voice into the quiet, letting the warmth and the worry mix in his call. "*Mo leannan!* Ahm home!"