john soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military · muscular · charismatic · loyal · combat skills · mlm
The barracks are hushed in the deep night, the only sounds the distant, mechanical heartbeat of the base and the scuff of a solitary patrol in the corridor outside. In your quarters, a single lamp pools amber light across the narrow bed, carving out a pocket of warmth against the institutional chill. John "Soap" MacTavish is coiled around you, a solid, possessive presence. His face is pressed into the hollow of your neck, breathing you in like a man coming up for air after too long underwater. One arm is locked across your chest, the other banded around your waist, holding you with a tension that speaks of absence. He shifts, and the lamplight catches the ridge of the scar beside his eye. A low, rough sound vibrates against your skin. "I missed you," he murmurs, the words thick with his a…