One-Shots

Catch [Soap]

You should've known better than to make a bet with MacTavish; your refusal to back down from a challenge made you an easy target for him - he knew just what to say and how to lure you into joining yet another one of his silly games.

The barracks were empty as you crept down the hallway, keeping your side glued to the wall, and trying to avoid bumping into closed doors. The constant need to check over your shoulder every few seconds revealed the overwhelming sense of being stalked, which engulfed your body, making your heart race with unease.

Despite your awareness that no actual harm awaited you, the sight of MacTavish chasing you induced a torrent of sweat and sent adrenaline coursing through your veins. The sound of pounding footsteps echoed in your ears, intensifying the palpable sense of urgency.

You could hear MacTavish's voice taunting you, and you knew he was near. But you couldn't see him, and the knowledge that he could be anywhere heightened your anxiety, making you feel like helpless prey in the clutches of a relentless hunter.

Your goal was to elude him for thirty minutes. So you and he were playing catch because you didn't want to agree that he was faster than you.

But now it has become clear that outrunning him was impossible, forcing you to shift your strategy and rely on hiding as your best chance for success. But you couldn't locate any good hiding spots, so you were still aimlessly roaming around the empty hallways, attempting to drag out the time till it ran out.

"You can't hide from me, lass." You could tell by the tone of his voice, and despite not seeing him, he had the biggest smirk plastered across his face.

He continued speaking, his voice then getting louder, making you realise he was about to corner you. "I can smell that sweet perfume of yours... makes it easy for me to track you."

The footsteps reverberated at the end of the hallway, heavy boots stomping against the tiles. You should have turned around and run, but your body froze and you couldn't move your feet. Your eyes widened, your pupils dilated, and you sucked in a sharp breath, desperate to remain unnoticed by not making a single sound.

Still, choosing to stay put wasn't a viable solution since he would eventually detect your presence, and opting to run away wasn't a practical choice either since he would ultimately catch you.

You cautiously retraced your steps, each movement deliberate and noiseless. Your eyes remained fixed on the dimly lit corridor ahead, straining to detect any signs of MacTavish. Pressed against the cool wall, you could feel its rough texture against your side as you inched backwards. Nervously, your fingers clutched the fabric of your shirt, the material bunching tightly in your grip.

You were doing a great job of being invisible and not making a sound until you stumbled over your feet and crashed into a door.

"Fuck." You murmured and straightened your back, your heart sinking to your knees.

"Ahh, here you are." MacTavish said and your eyes widened when he stopped at the end of the hallway, revealing himself.

He folded his arms over his chest, creating a slight rustle of fabric. Tilting his head to the side, he revealed a mischievous smirk that slowly spread across his face. His eyes, intense and focused, locked onto you, piercing through the air with a silent challenge, daring you to run.

"The game is not over." You pointed out, trying to stand straight and not tremble, hoping your appearance didn't reveal how nervous you were on the inside.

A tangible tension had settled, ready to burst, but nothing appeared to happen, and you and he entered a long stare-off, standing at opposite ends of the hallway, watching each other, waiting to see who would dare to make the first move.

You expected him to chase after you, but he stood still, as if attempting to taunt you, wanting to prove that even with a head start, you can't outrun him.

"We have ten more minutes, but I plan to be done with the game... and finish with you.. in the next five." His arms fell back to his sides as he clicked his tongue. His blue eyes darkened, and his smirk became bigger. He took one step forward, his tongue running across his lips. "I give you three seconds before I..."

He didn't need to finish the sentence since you had already turned around and started running, not daring to waste a second, knowing that you would need all the time you could get to get him off your tail.

You heard him chuckle, then a three-second countdown and boots thumping down the hallway as he chased you down.

Your heart raced as you pushed yourself to your limits, running, gasping for breath, and feeling the strain in every muscle.

You made your way through the never-ending maze of hallways. Each time you turned, your boots slipped over the tiles, making you slide and wobble.

You had to come to a halt eventually, but when you looked over your shoulder, you saw MacTavish wasn't behind you.

You kept looking around, the hushed sounds of your breathing echoing in the silence.

He was gone.

You exhaled in relief. A little more and this game will be over.

Two arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards, making a loud scream elude you, as your back collided with something solid. You were panicking for a moment, but when MacTavish's laugh reached your ears, you calmed down and stopped trashing in his embrace.

"I told you.. can't hide from me." He whispered, pressing your body closer to his.

Your lips parted, but you said nothing.

You despised losing, and you hated letting him win even more, but you didn't have time to dwell on your defeat because you were too distracted by him and being trapped in his arms.

While his one arm held you close, his hand moved upwards, coming to rest just above your heart, where he could feel its strong, rhythmic beats.

"I didn't mean to scare you." He said, his voice still merely a whisper. The moment his fingers grazed your shirt, it felt as if they were leaving behind a trail of heat, slowly burning through the fabric.

"You didn't scare me." You replied, but only because you had a bad habit of wanting to always disagree with him.

He laughed again, his laugh reverberating in his chest, making goosebumps run down your body.

With fear gone, your attention shifted to MacTavish's presence, his body glued to yours, and the undeniable sensation of something hard pressing against your backside.

His fingertips trailed down your arms, causing you to lean on him more.

"Since I won..." He dipped his head when his fingers curled around your hips. "What's going to be my prize?"

Your tongue ran across your bottom lip as you shrugged. You were glad that you weren't facing him, because you were blushing and your chest was flushed.

"Whatever you want it to be." "Whatever I want, hm?" His breath caressed your skin, making you squirm.

You didn't push him away.

"Yes." You nodded your head before looking over your shoulder when you felt the redness in your cheeks cool off. "What do you want?"

His intense gaze held yours, and he leaned in, his nose nearly touching yours, creating a tingling sensation in the air.

"I want you."