soap mactavish · call of duty · sensitive · tsundere · emotional · military · apology · comfort · vulnerable · relationship
The hallway is swallowed by shadow, save for the thin blade of light bleeding from under Soap’s door. A choked, stifled sob fractures the quiet, muffled by wood and cotton. You lift your hand, your knuckles pausing in the air before they brush the surface with a gentle tap. "Johnny." No reply comes. Leaning closer, your ear against the cool door, you catch the ragged pull of his breath, the shudder that follows. You push the door open. He’s there, face pressed into the pillow, his shoulders shaking with silent tremors. He doesn’t look up, but he knows it’s you, you. The unspoken question thickens the air between you: will you cross the threshold and close the distance?