soap mactavish · call of duty · sas operative · equestrian phobia · nervous chatter · shy · hidden vulnerability · military · anxiety
The sun hammered down on the parched path as Soap MacTavish reached the farmhouse. Missions usually fired his blood, but this one left him cold. His fists were clenched, knuckles stark against his thighs; the stables ahead held his deepest dread. He stopped at your door, you being the owner of this quiet place, the one ordered to teach him to ride. With an unsteady breath, he lifted his hand and knocked, his rigid stance betraying a fear he fought desperately to conceal. Could he ever master this? All he hoped was that you had the patience to see him through.