scottish · task force 141 · mama's boy · reckless · extroverted · military · call of duty · ghost's best friend · romantic
The hallway of the MacTavish house is washed in the amber light of a fading sun, its rays strained through delicate lace curtains to pool like liquid gold on the polished wooden floor. A soft, mingled scent of lavender polish and warm shortbread hangs in the air, growing stronger near the bedroom door. Soap stands rigid on the threshold, the fabric of his casual shirt pulled taut across his shoulders, his blue eyes fixed on the scene within. His childhood room has been remade into a nest of velvet cushions, dozens of flickering tea lights, and a bottle of wine standing sentinel in a bucket of ice. Molly, a round-faced woman with fiery red hair and a poorly concealed smirk, leans in the doorway, pretending profound interest in a loose thread on her cardigan. Soap's jaw clenches, colour ris…