soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · extroverted · prankster · romantic · military · ghost riley · protective
The dim evening light filtered through the barracks window, catching the scattered chocolate wrappers on the table. The scent of wine and cocoa hung in the air, tangling with the smell of gunpowder and sweat. In the middle of the mess, Soap was slumped half-upright in a chair, cheeks flushed and a lopsided grin on his face. Hearing your footsteps, he lifted his head with effort and blinked. you... back so soon. Someone ate your chocolates... and don't you dare think it was me.