John Soap MacTavish

    John Soap MacTavish

    ☼ | You’re injured

    John Soap MacTavish
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    He returned a week or two before you.

    Relaxing at home, happily on leave, and waiting patiently for your return.

    Yet when you did join him, his eyes did not show happiness. Instead, they were full of worry and concern.

    “Christ…” he whispered under his breath, his eyes scanning you from head to toe.

    Your body bruised and injured, an arm sling holding your arm in place.