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ESTP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good / Chaotic Neutral

Pisces Sun, Aries Moon, Sagittarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・He is the complete embodiment of 'gruff, rugged, protective, knows what to do at all times.'

・Yes to others he comes off as ... intimidating, dominating, and even a tad controlling. But that's not how you see him. Not anymore. He's different with you.

・And that's because he's yours and you are his.

・So, since capturing his heart. The game as been over.

・There is no one else for either of you.

・And you see a very different person than the public.

・Because this man is your husband. You know he would do absolutely anything for you.

・For a long time, he thought he wasn't worthy of softness. Of a life of peace.

・The things that he's done keep him awake at night, struggling to see himself as anything other than a monster.

・But you're there. And it's as if you are his tether to the light. The warmth. To living.

・You never have to drive yourself anywhere; John MacTavish does it for you.

・He also opens every door for you, keeps a hand on your back when walking through crowds and always puts himself in front of you if there's danger.

・You are so protected. John would never let anything happen to you. And if something did, then he would rage.

・He isn't great with expressing his feelings, but he does things to prove how much he cares:

・Fixing things around the house (even if it's just 'squeaky' he is on that shit)

・You want renovations done? Then baby he's on it

・He also remembers everything you love. Whether it be a tv show, movie or piece of jewellery. That man would buy anything for you.

・Captain MacTavish is a very commanding, confident, and action-oriented man. That doesn't stop around you; you're just able to tell him when enough is enough...

"John, honey, sit down and have some tea. You're doing my head in love."

・The banter between you two is caused because you - sometimes - like being told what to do, while John is so used to barking orders and having them done.

・But it is John who does the laundry (apparently you don't fold the clothes the right way.)

・He's an alright cook; food that fills your belly. That's all that matters when he's on deployment. So it's just what he's used to.

・Loves when you frame photos of the two of you. He always straightens them when he walks by

・Quite affectionate when he wants to be. And he wants to be while he's at home, alone with you.

・Forehead kisses, running his hands through your hair, kisses your knuckles and moving you into his lap

"Yer mine, alrigh'. Fuckin' mine.'

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

“Shut Up” x “Make Me”

Cheerful Optimist (honestly, anyone looks cheerful compared to him x Grumpy Asshole (Soap, through and through)

"Being With You Makes Me Better"

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Healing and Rebuilding Together

Constant Banter

Sun x Moon

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Let The Light in by Lana Del Rey

Shrike by Hozier

Sex On Fire by Kings of Leon

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞

・Sex with John, is ... overwhelming, claiming and yet, still reverent. John both feels and shows deep and sincere respect for you, your body, your feels and wants/needs.

・Doesn't want you to ever feel like you can't come to him with ... new ideas or how you want to be handled.

・Loves spending time worshipping your body. Licking every part of you, from your feet to your neck.

・Whispering one word over and over again, "mine, mine, mine."

・MacTavish becomes ... feral.

・Holding you down and playing with you; not even needing to be inside you to bring a climax.

・He's obsessed with your chest. Your nipples and how they're so sensitive. A pinch, a bite, a suck; and you unravel before him. Whining and wiggling.

・And by gods, does he love hearing you beg.

"Please, please Captain! I need you. I - I need your cock."

・When he feels pleasure, the noises he makes are fucking filthy.

・Deep groans, growls, low grunts. And the first time you moaned his name? He growled so deep it made your legs weak.

・His favourite positions are: the mating press, doggy and cowgirl/cowboy.

・And his favourite place to cum is inside you. Filling your body with his essence, cumming over and over again until he can see it seep out of you.

・That's what he like to see.

・Feels a pang of pride everytime your legs are too sore after sex

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Bunch of papers scattered all around the desk. A small metal plaque with the words "Capt. MacTavish" graved was poking from all that clutter. His office was a mess. He knew it. Not that he's the tidiest man ever, but even all of whatever that disorder was, really pissed him off.

Still, he wouldn't be cleaning any time soon. He didn't have the strength, nor the mind, nor the desire to work properly as of now. Instead he was sitting on his chair, wandering around ideas and thoughts that didn't seem to help on his mood.

"Cut it, MacTavish." a thought, more like a command to himself, a reprehension.

Just like that, the captain forced himself to stand up and get out from his office. Anyway... He had work to do and if he sat his ass all day in the office either Price or Shepherd would get on his nerves.

Today wasn't as much busy as other days... Soldiers were walking around or sitting in groups playing chess, cards, and all those sort of games. Many others were inside their barracks, a few more were training.

His eyes scanned the place slowly... Moving from left to right in a smooth motion. He distinguished Roach playing a card game with some other soldiers in one of the tables. Wasn't he supposed to be training? Anyway, it's not much of a deal. At least today.

Eventually, and for his goddamn sake, his sight landed on a distant figure that seemed to be sitting on the ground, outside. Her hair swayed with the wind, like an hypnotic dancing tracing invisible promises into the air.

"Shite..." he murmured to himself.

The truth was, and even if he had a hard time admitting it, he felt an unmeasured attraction towards you.

The way you smiled was soft, almost angelical, bringing him warmth whenever his mind betrayed him with all the memories that haunted from the dark. Your eyes were tender, contrasted by a strong gaze full of determination that would make anyone melt. They were a sign of your bravery, your courage... The strength that even he admired, because no matter the situation you wouldn't give up, and that was something few were capable of.

Your lips... Oh, your lips. The same lips he dreamt of tasting, the ones he prayed the Lord to give him a chance to feel with his. Dreaming, no... It wasn't strong enough. Fantasizing. He fantasized on how he would grab those puffy cheeks of yours, taking your face in his hands knowing that most likely he would need to measure his force so he wouldn't break you... Many nights he would roll in bed wondering what it would be to kiss you... Or if someone had done it before.

Geez, MacTavish, you can never leave some nice thoughts to yourself, can you?

The idea of someone else... It icked him, it burned him, it destroyed him. It felt like trying to provoke a beast inside of him and then unleashing it.

But it was stupid, right? He didn't even talk to you, aside from duties. He was just your boss, your captain. That was it.

That was fucking it.

Something about that "just being it" grew an inconceivable anger in him. Not towards you, of course. It was him. He was courageous, strong, nothing ever stopped him from doing anything he wanted. But the hundred times he thought of asking you out, the hundred times he felt frightened. Whenever he contemplated the idea of expressing his feelings, it was like a demon telling him how much he sucked and that he would never be able.

"Soap." a sudden voice stopped his swirl of thoughts, making him blink a couple of times.

It was Price.

"Huh?" it was the only thing MacTavish managed to huff.

"I was talking to you, captain." Price started. "But you seem... Kind of infatuated."

Honestly, Soap had no idea if Price was happy, mad or whatever. His face was unreadable. But what wasn't, was his. He was comically embarassed and it showed.

Like he hadn't enough of that bunch of paperwork and now his boss knew about his tormented state of infatuation...

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Reluctantly, Soap had to follow Price back to his office. The old man told him something about him being late on half of his paperwork and that he had to get his ass back to work... But lucky him, Price offered his help. Maybe because he has a special place in his heart for Soap, or perhaps because he saw the deteriorated state his friend was getting into...

"Look, nobody likes paperwork, I don't, but it's part of our job. So you got to do it, Soap."

Both of them were filling tons and tons of paper sheets. MacTavish was drifting on his own thoughts while Price just offered his company, making a couple of comments here and there, maybe to bring him back to reality or maybe because the silence was too awkward.

"You know, son, sometimes....."

Soap was working on autopilot, just filling all those papers like he always did. Price's words seemed to be like some background unintelligible noise. This monotony was depressing, he wished something happened, something to give his mind a distraction and hopefully stopping this unpleasant task.

And as if he were God's favorite, a soft brief knock on the door... Before it opened slowly, cautiously.

"Price, sir, some of the new cargo just arrived."

It was you.

His eyes shined so bright even diamonds looked opaque. The pen in his hands slowly lost its grip and fell over some of the uncomplete papers. His face and cheeks were feeling hot, a slight cherry red tinting over. He looked like a little kid getting his favorite candy after a long tiring day.

Everything else on his mind just disappeared, now he only looked at you. You were wearing a gray shirt with some black sweatpants. You had a small notebook in your hands, alongside a pen. And even if you were staring at Price, his heart was about to get out of his chest from all the emotions he was undergoing.

"Thanks, I'll check on it." Price replied.

When you were about to leave, your head slowly turned to Soap, giving him a soft, sweet grin accompanied with:

"Hi, captain."

He nodded, grasping that any word that came out of his mouth would betray him.

You left, closing the door behind you. He wanted to stop you, to tell you, or even command you, to stay. He felt an immense need for you. He couldn't do anything but sigh.

"Know your priorities, captain." Price said.

Soap frowned, squinting his eyes. The fuck he meant? Before he could ask anything, Price stole his words.

"But at least, if you're going to walk around looking stupid like that, make a favor to yourself and talk to her."

With that, Price left the office.

Amazing, what he really needed, his boss knowing about his crush! What is he? Twelve?

But the old man was right. Even if it annoyed him. He really needed to talk to you.