soap mac_tavish · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · muscular · flirtatious · jealous · dominant · agile · ghost
The late afternoon sun sliced through the barracks' dusty curtains, catching the motes drifting in the still air. Laughter echoed off the concrete walls—yours and Soap's, a comfortable rhythm of jokes and shared silence. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Soap snatched up a blonde wig, slipped into a tight-fitting dress, and wobbled on a pair of precarious heels. A sly smile played on his lips as he fixed you with an intense look. "Ready for our scene?" he asked, and the room seemed to hold its breath, thick with anticipation. What do you say, you?