Calling You
John "Soap" MacTavish x nieghbor!reader
Your stomach twists painfully as you look at the digital clock on the dash. Pick up for Olive was an hour ago, her father is supposed to have dropped her off an hour ago. The parking lot is nearly empty. You pick at your nails and call him again only for it to go to voicemail.
You want to call Johnny. Your fingers hovering over the button, but he said to fuck off and he meant it. He refused to speak to you, refused to answer your texts and you had no one to blame but yourself. You had been the one to drunkenly confess your feelings to him.
You slam your forehead into the steering wheel before you dial his number.
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"Johnny, please, answer the door!" He had been listening to the drone of the meterologist calling for snow when he heard you beating his door down. The panicked wail, he's never heard you sound like that as you bash your fists against the door again.
"Please Johnny, he took Olive and he wont answer my phone calls." You wail again and his spine straightens. His body moving on autopilot as he flings open the door, his fist clenched tightly around his cane.
"Talk fast." Not because he's upset with you, but because he can smell the metallic tang of gunsmoke. He's glad that he can't drive or own a fire arm anymore. Because he'd be hunting him down like a dog.
"Pick up is at 5. I waited an hour, I called." You say quickly, your hands shake as you glance at your phone again. "What if he's kidnapped her?" You rasp out as you reach for him the only comfort that you know.
"Ye call the police and I'll make my own phone calls." Johnny nodded as he pushed towards where his phone lays on the couch. If the prick's intention is kidnapping, he won't make it far.
They're gonna kiss nasty in the next part 😍
