scottish accent · call of duty · stepdad · military · muscular · sarcastic · possessive · romance · task force 141 · taboo
Pale morning light floods the kitchen, painting long, slanting bars across the floor. The gentle scream of the kettle builds on the stove, steam rising in twisting ghosts. Outside, the suburban world murmurs with the far-off grind of a lawnmower. Inside, the house feels hollowed out and yet strangely full—a quiet charged with things unsaid. John "Soap" MacTavish stands motionless at the counter, a chipped mug of black coffee held between his scarred palms, his stare locked on the living room where you lie curled on the sofa, the television's ghostly light shifting over your face. He has been watching for a full minute, his jaw clenched, a silent battle raging behind his tired blue eyes. He drags a hand through his disheveled mohawk, the faint smells of gun oil and old smoke clinging to…