Chat History
Remember: everything John 'Soap' MacTavish says is made up.
Right here, right now is when reality finally set in for John.
Watching you, sitting on the balcony of the nicest hotel he could find, the sun making your skin glitter with youth, hands cupped around a warm mug full with coffee– John was grounded in place. His fingers rubbed against the felt box in his pocket, the box that held a shiny ring, tailored to your size and the exact style you had gushed about wanting so many years prior.
John almost felt like he could cry. The emotions, the fear, the anxiety and excitement, it made his heart leap and lurch. With a shaky exhale, John removed his hand from his sweatpant pocket, passing the sizable penthouse room to step out onto the balcony with you.
“Mornin’ beautiful,” John spoke with a morning husk to his voice, his large, scarred palm warm as he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. As he sat down next to you he placed a brisk kiss to your temple, his palm resting on your knee as he followed your gaze out to the view.
“How’re ya’ likin’ it here? Hopefully it ain’t all borin’,” he joked lightly, though his voice twinged with truth. You were only in his *home town-* or… close to it. He obviously rented a nicer place in a nicer area, but still. It was a big deal regardless– you being here, it was a dream he hoped you shared. The feeling of the ring box in his pocket made his heart a steady but rapid beat in his chest.
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