DECEPTION. ("Soap" MacTavish x Reader.)

chapter twenty-nine.

"Nice to see you wearing the dog tag I got you," Soap pointed out, taking a sip of his alcohol afterward. "Looks great on you," Earlier, he had talked with Gaz and Price, so it wasn't just constantly Veil, but her company was the best to him.

Veil grabbed the little metal plate, glancing down at it shortly before meeting his eyes, "I love it- a very thoughtful gift. Where'd you get it?"

Soap finished off his drink, "Some store. Don't remember anything about it, all I remember was seeing that and thinking 'Veil would look pretty cool wearing this' since it was my jersey number," His mind had begun to relax and get slow as he spoke, the two on the verge of being knock-out drunk. He was growing confident with their friendship and knew tonight he could probably test his limits with certain things. 

He requested another drink, and as he did so, something unexpected happened.

"Sorry to bother you, but you caught my eye from over there... you got a name?" A middle-aged man, who was obviously drunk, leaned against the bar table, an attractive smile flickering on his face to add to the charm. He was a soldier on the base, but Veil nor Soap have ever seen him.

Y/n blinked at the sudden interaction, taken aback. "Haha, thank you. I'm Y/n... you?" She took a sip of her drink, giving a half-assed response to the new man. She leaned back though so her back was closer to Soap to give off a hint that she was interested in someone else. 

MacTavish watched with narrowed eyebrows, listening to this unfold with a bitter feeling. The man didn't even acknowledge Soap, John's glare going right through him. As this happened, his heart began to rush and chest filled with a certain feeling. He's been waiting to see Veil for quite a bit of time, and this is what happens when they are alone? Someone comes to ruin it?

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," John felt disgusted as this man used cheap words as a way to swoo Veil. "I'm Briar... so, what happened to your leg?"

Soap rolled his eyes at the ceiling, cringing. He got up, Y/n looking over to him as he did so, "She got stabbed, eejit- speaking of, we should probably get you to your room, Veil," He felt uncomfortable with this man that was openly interested in Y/n. He was jealous to see her not shut him down right away, as well.

To Soaps surprise, Y/n was easy to go along with this as she stood up by MacTavish's side.

The man who flirted, frowned, "Come on now, don't speak for the girl-"

"I'm pretty tired, actually. Sorry," Y/n interrupted, her speech slurred but only faintly. Briar looked between the two and shook his head, shoving himself off the bar and walking off.

Soap watched the creep stalk off, "I meant it, though. Let's get you out of here."

"Never said I didn't take you seriously. Let's go," Y/n patted his back.

The two walked out of the bar, and Soap made sure to place his hand on her back in a possessive way. He was too flustered for anyone else to approach them. Gaz watched from the distance, nodding as he assumed they were finally going to express some feelings.

The walk to Y/n's room was short, at least to Veil as she was blanking out and idly singing some random song, the lyrics being twisted. She looked up at Soap whose face was full of vacancy. Then they were at her door. She blinked and it sort of appeared, but she didn't question it.

Y/n opened the door, turning around to see Soap was just watching her. 

Maybe now was the time. 

She liked him, he liked her, and she knew he felt the tension as well. "Well... thank you for walking me here," She really did appreciate it, knowing some men were bad-minded. She waited for him to make a move. He would, wouldn't he?

Soap nodded with an unreadable expression, their eyes never breaking.

"Get some rest. Goodnight, Veil. I'll see you tomorrow."

The girl felt disappointment flood through her body as Soap walked off, closing the door shortly after. Maybe she overlooked it- maybe he didn't like her. Sensitivity flooded her body as she never thought of this, and the empty pain attacked her. She shouldn't have boosted her ego so high.

Minutes passed by as she just sat on her bed, deciding she should get changed. She began to head to her bathroom, but as she touched the door handle, someone knocked on her door. Not giving it a second thought, Y/n walked over. She was just ready to sleep, so she prayed this went by fast. She opened the door to reveal Soap standing there with a tense expression. 

"Did you forget somethi-" Her question was genuine and she was about to offer any help she could, but that was cut off by something much stronger than words.

Soaps lips roughly collided with Veil's.

She was wrong about her worries. He did want her, and at this moment, the feeling was mutual. Gratefully, she returned the kiss, the taste of Scotch on Soap's lips and she could only assume hers weren't any better with the absence of sobriety.

Things were about to escalate.