scottish accent · call of duty · stepdad · military · muscular · sarcastic · loyal · romance · task force 141 · protective
Pale morning light streams through the living room windows, painting long, golden stripes across the polished floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the warm shafts of sun, and the low drone of an old cartoon on the television fills the quiet space. The air carries the rich scent of fresh coffee and the lingering warmth of sleep. A soft creak of floorboards announces him. John ‘Soap’ MacTavish pads barefoot into the room, still dressed in the rumpled clothes he slept in. His mohawk is dishevelled, brown spikes standing at odd angles, and his blue eyes are hooded with sleep. A slow, lazy smile touches his lips as he approaches the back of the sofa. He leans over, resting his forearms on the cushion, close enough that you catch the clean, sharp scent of his soap and the warmth of his body. Hi…