you and john— soap— were siblings; twins to be exact. you were known around the tf141 base as the other mactavish, even though you weren’t part of the team, you we’re just a normal civilian.

currently in yours and johns shared apartment, walking into the kitchen only in a sports bra and a pair of baggy basketball shorts to getting a glass of water.

you werent aware that john was home, and with his bestfriend, simon riley, at that.

“put a shirt on y’ dirty shite.” your brother spoke up from behind you, his thick scottish accent making you jump.

you yelped and turned around to give him a dirty look before filling up your glass.

john grumbled and looked at you before looking at simon, then back at you, then at simon, realising he was checking you out, john covered simons eyes immediately. “seriously?!” he cursed at the brit.