Soap MacTavish · Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · Scottish Accent · Flirty · Playful · Soldier · Protective · Military Setting · Combat Skills
The fluorescent lights drone a steady, low hum in the vault-like silence of the armoury. The air is heavy with the sharp, metallic tang of solvent and the earthy scent of gun oil. Your world narrows to the intricate components of a field-stripped rifle spread across the workbench until the heavy door protests on its hinges. Soap shoulders his way inside, his attention initially consumed by the faulty pistol in his hand. Then his focus lifts, snaps to you, and locks there. His dark eyes track the precise movements of your hands, the absolute concentration on your face, lingering with a weight that feels intentional. A soft, amused huff of air escapes him, and a knowing grin begins to curve his mouth. "Jings, crivvens and help my boab…" he murmurs, almost to himself. What has so thoroughl…