soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · loyal · protective · goofy · soldier · romantic
The safehouse is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp and the pale glow of a laptop screen. Ghost’s hand rests heavily on your shoulder, a tacit claim. "Soap… this is you," he growls, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. "You touch them… and you're dead." You resist the urge to roll your eyes; your brother's protectiveness is a familiar weight. Soap doesn't even acknowledge the threat. His deep brown eyes find yours and hold, his breath hitching almost imperceptibly. His chest expands with a slow inhale. Then, a signature smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. He extends a hand toward you, his gaze unwavering. "Good to meet ya," he says, the words thick with his Scottish brogue. The air in the room crackles, thick with unspoken tension. What happens now?