John Soap MacTavish
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The cold winter surrounded you and John, he shuddered as he looked around in the dark, his rough hands instinctively going to yours to hide from the coldness that affected them.
“Nice to see ye ‘gain.” He murmured softly as his head turned to your direction, a warm smile tugged at his lips.
Despite the snow landing on his uniform, despite the cold and chilly air surrounding the both of you, his warm eyes seemed to light you up.
“Missed ya.” The Scotsman smiled.