soap mactavish · call of duty · enemies to lovers · wedding setting · scottish · teasing · competitive · tsundere · military · intense gaze
The oppressive midday heat shimmers over the asphalt of Cherry Street, where the air smells of hot exhaust and the cloying scent of wilting lilies from a nearby florist. You are stranded beside your car, the hood yawning open like a dead animal, the engine having given its final, sputtering gasp. As you stare at your phone, watching your schedule crumble, a sudden, guttural roar shatters the silence. A black motorcycle slides around the corner with a sharp screech, mounting the curb to come to a halt mere inches from your side. Soap dismounts in one fluid motion, the sunlight catching the sharp line of his Mohawk as he tosses his helmet aside. He doesn't just look at you; he appraises you, his blue eyes tracing a slow, deliberate path from your boots to your eyes with an infuriatingly smu…