Call of duty imagines

Soap [tasting sweetness] [2 +]

A year had passed, and through the time he had left, you managed to keep in contact, though for months on end he would disappear, it made you anxious hearing his stories of the mission he went on or the people he encountered..you feared for the worst.

Today was like no other. Yet again he hadn't responded, but you respected that he lived a busy and dangerous life. You sighed again before getting back to decorating the baked goods.

It was early in the morning so you had yet to open the cafe.

As you put the goods on display and cleaned up the remainder of your station, the all knowing sound of the door bell rung.

"Sorry but we're not open yet." You yelled from the kitchen.

"Cant give me an exception?"

The familiar accent rang through your ears as you dropped all your things and ran out the kitchen to the front. Immediately your eyes landed on the Mohawked man. Your legs ran toward him on instinct as you jumped into his arms, your head buried in his neck.

Tears of joy flowed from your eyes as you embraced him like there was no tomorrow.

His sent was tantalizing and fresh, his built arms holding you dearly as he never wanted to let go.

"I-i missed you so much!" You cried as he held you. "Me too lass." He said softly as he took in the smell of your hair, and the softness of your voice..it truly was the sound of sweetness.

He let you down gently as he took a moment to admire your face, the slight blemish of the flour sticking to your cheek to the redness of your eyes. He missed seeing you despite only ever seeing you through video calls.

"Care to introduce us?" A thick British accent interrupted your moment of reunion. Looking past Soaps shoulder you noticed three men. One with fairly dark skin and a baseball cap, another with a bucket hat and a fat cigar pressed between his lips..then finally, the most intimidating man you had seen. He was the tallest, his build was large as he wore a skull mask, his eyes covered in dark make up.

Soap laughed as he saw you cower closer to him.

"These are the men I work with, my captain, my lieutenant and fellow Sargent." He pointed to each as they introduced themselves to you.

After a moment of doing the whole getting to know each other part you found yourself alone with Soap. He was leaned against the counter of the store looking outward toward the street. His arms crossed as you stood beside him doing the same.

There was a moment of silence, a moment of serene tranquility as you two admired the bright sun and its light basking the town.

"I can't believe you came back."

You broke the silence, you looked up at him admiring his side profile. His face was lightly scarred as his face seemed relaxed compared to his tense glare.

"I made a promise." He said, he uncrossed his arm and turned to face you. His body towering over you. "And I intended to keep it."

Soap shifted his weight off against the counter and stood in front of you. He leaned forward and pressed his hands on either side of you as his face was inches away from you. His breath was warm and his scent was intoxicating.