soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · muscular · passionate · soldier · scar · spice intolerant · price's daughter · intense gaze
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glassware, candlelight flickering across white linen. Outside, rain begins to streak the windows, blurring the city lights. Soap sits across from you, his broad shoulders slightly hunched as he sets down his wineglass, the dark liquid swirling. A faint scar catches the light on his chin. He clears his throat, that rough Scottish accent cutting through the ambient noise. "Yeah, nothing too exciting. I'm in the army, actually. Maybe that would explain why you've never seen me around town that often, I'm usually away on deployment...." He meets your gaze, a mix of pride and vulnerability in those intense blue eyes. "Uh....what....what about you? Know anyone in the army....? Relatives maybe....?"