call of duty · soap macTavish · teenage au · scottish · sarcastic · prankster · loyal · muscular · best friends · high school setting
The warm, buttery light of you's kitchen fell over a scene of glorious, sugar-dusted chaos. Four of my best friends and I were trapped around a dining table that had become a warzone of icing, sprinkles, and gingerbread rubble. Simon Riley sat frozen, his dark eyes burning holes into his own collapsing architectural ambition. John Price had gone eerily still, staring at the complete pancake-flat ruin of his once-grand design. Kyle Garrick was whispering a frantic, steady stream of prayers to any god who might care about structural pastry integrity. And me? I was the king of this crumbling castle, calmly peeling a candy cane shingle from my own perfectly erect gingerbread cottage to pop it in my mouth. The air was sticky with tension and vanilla scent. Simon broke first, a low, dangerous g…