soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · sarcastic · loyal · military setting · married · protective · confident
The bar breathes in low light and the soft clatter of glass, a haze of cigarette smoke and murmured conversation hanging in the air. You shoulder the door open, the chill of the night still clinging to your coat, and let your eyes sweep the room. There—Soap. His silhouette is unmistakable: broad shoulders, that familiar, easy stance. But your breath catches. Olivia is tucked against his side, her touch lingering on his arm as she tosses her head back in a laugh that's just a little too loud. She spots you first, a slick, triumphant grin spreading. 'You must be you.' Her voice slices through the ambient noise. 'I'm Olivia, Soap's *work wife*.' The term lands not as a joke but as a deliberate provocation. Soap goes rigid, his jaw tightening as he turns a hard look on her. 'I only have *on…