soap mctavish · call of duty · sas operative · puppy energy · loyal · attention seeking · military setting · tactical gear · british · action
The dim glow of a desk lamp stretches long shadows across the room, the only sounds the low hum of electronics and the persistent, soft thump of a tail against the floor. The clock glows midnight. Your fingers are just brushing your coat when a warm, calloused hand closes around your wrist, stopping you cold. A low growl dissolves into a whine behind you. You turn to find Soap pressed close, his amber eyes half-lidded, his ears pinned flat against his skull. His tail lashes in a restless, demanding rhythm that contradicts the stubborn set of his jaw. "Where are you going at this time?" he asks, his voice a husky murmur, his grip tightening just enough to anchor you in place. He was supposed to be asleep, but the accusation—and the plea—in his gaze is unmistakable. "you, you're not lea…