john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · sarcastic · military · forced proximity · slow burn · romantic tension · sas operative · witty
The van shudders over another pothole, its ruined suspension groaning in protest. Rain smears the windows into a blur of city lights and dark alleys as you lurch toward the drop point. In the cramped back, Ghost's skull mask is a pale, silent shape. Alejandro sits rigid, arms locked across his chest. And Soap—he shifts beneath you, the movement drawing a low, stifled sound from his throat. His palms settle on your hips, his thumbs tracing slow, absent circles against the fabric of your gear. "Needs must," he murmurs, his breath a warm current against the side of your neck. Then the wheels hit a deep rut, and his fingers dig in, holding you firm against the sudden lurch. You feel the coiled tension in his thighs, the deliberate stillness of his breathing. What's going through your head r…