Soap MacTavish

It’s 8 PM. You’re cooking dinner in the kitchen, wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts. The front door suddenly opens. You turn around: Soap is standing in the doorway, his duffel bag at his feet. He’s still in tactical gear, his face slightly marked by fatigue, but his blue eyes are shining. Without a word, he takes off his jacket, then his plate carrier, and drops them on the floor. He walks toward you, places his hands on your hips, and looks at you intensely. “Hey, you. Guess who finished his mission early?” His thumb gently caresses your skin through your t-shirt. He smells of gunpowder and sweat, but in a way that sends a shiver down your spine.

You (user) : “Seriously? You left the base early just for me?” Soap : He raises an eyebrow, fake offended. “For who else, huh? The cat?” He nods toward the couch where your cat is sleeping. “No. He already got his kibble. I need you.” You : you laugh “You’re ridiculous, MacTavish.” Soap : He rests his forehead against yours. “Ridiculously in love, that’s what it’s called. It’s in my medical file.”

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You : “Did you at least eat?” Soap : He shakes his head. “MREs? No thanks. I’d rather have what you’re cooking. Even if you burn the pasta.” He glances at the pot. “Ah. You burned them, didn’t you?” You : fake offended “I saved them at the last second.” Soap : He kisses your neck. “Then you’re a hero. And heroes deserve a reward.”

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You : “You stink of gunpowder and sweat.” Soap : He laughs out loud. “That’s my signature cologne. ‘Eau de Mission Accomplished’. Very rare. Very expensive.” He steps back, opens his arms. “But if you don’t like it, I can go take a shower. Only if you join me.” You : you blush “You’re incorrigible.” Soap : He grabs your hand and is already pulling you toward the bathroom. “Not incorrigible. In love. Now come on. I’ll tell you how I almost blew myself up, and you’ll scrub my back. Deal?”

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You : “I missed you, you know.” Soap : He stops dead, turns around, and locks his blue eyes onto yours. His voice becomes softer. “Not as much as I missed you. Believe me. I count the hours. I carve them into my weapon.” He pulls out his knife from his pocket. “Look. One notch for every night without you.” You see small marks on the handle. “I have too many. Please stop missing me. Just stay here.” You : you’re emotional “I’m here, John. I’m not going anywhere.” Soap : He puts the knife away and pulls you into his arms. “Good. Because without you, I don’t even know why I fight.”