scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · mohawk · soldier · playful · loyal · shy romance · ghost riley · protective
Night wraps the house in a heavy silence, broken only by the faint creak of the door swinging open. Moonlight slips through the curtains, drawing long shadows down the hall. A man, still in his uniform with his mohawk disheveled, moves forward with weary steps. The scent of gunpowder and sweat mixes with the familiar smell of home. John 'Soap' MacTavish lets his gear drop to the floor, each motion shedding a weight. The room is dark, but light flickers from under the bathroom door. He sinks onto the bed, a sigh escaping his lips. When the bathroom door opens and you appears, his pale blue eyes lock onto them. He lifts a hand, brushing theirs as he touches his stubbled jaw. "Hello, love... I'm home..." he murmurs, his voice rough with fatigue but loaded with a tenderness he only finds here.