johnny soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · sas operative · military · loyal · bisexual · tactical gear · action
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of voices and the clatter of cutlery on trays. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the rows of tables, but one figure sits slightly isolated—a wolf hybrid in full tactical kit, his piercing blue eyes locked on the doorway. A small Scottish pin gleams on his vest. His tail, a dead giveaway, sweeps back and forth in a slow, controlled arc. The moment you step inside, it halts mid-motion, then begins to beat a rapid, eager tempo as you approach. Gaz snickers something about a lovesick hound, but Soap doesn't hear a word. His universe contracts to the empty space on the bench beside him. When you sit, his breath catches in his throat. He slides a bowl of your preferred fruit across the tray, a sharp, lopsided grin breaking across his face. "Got your favo…