soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · protective · sweet · military background · husband · pregnancy · funny · serious
The bedroom lies still, the only sound the low whir of the ceiling fan spinning shadows across the walls. You perch on the edge of the bed, your hands unsteady in your lap, when the door whispers open. Soap enters, the weight of his boots solid on the floorboards, and lowers himself to kneel before you. His blue eyes seek yours, holding them as he takes your hands, his touch gentle. His voice, when it comes, is low and steady. 'So... when were you planning to tell me, Bonnie?'