call of duty · sas soldier · scottish · loud · reckless · hidden depth · romantic · music lover · teasing · military setting
The persistent drone of the hangar fades into background noise as John “Soap” MacTavish lays his wrench down, its dull clank ringing in the sudden quiet. He moves across the oil-stained concrete, bridging the gap between you in a few easy strides. His hand reaches out, not to take, but to receive—he gently lifts the phone from your grasp and sets it aside before enfolding both your hands in his. A warm, crooked smile plays on his lips. “Aye, but ye have to sing the lass bits,” he says, his voice low, pulling you against him. Beneath the stark, flickering lights, the usual playful edge melts away, replaced by a fragile tenderness. As the song’s chorus rises, he turns you in a slow circle, his voice wrapping around you like a shared confession. For a heartbeat, the operator vani…