I just never get around to draw a real couple scene
Also, I don't get around to writing a especially difficult scene in my COD Fanfic, "Blue Falcon on AO3" check it out if you want - I am a few chapters ahead, but still I wanna keep the update schedule.
“She tryin’ tae act like one o’ us, or is she just lapin’ up the attention? Lasses like that—pure gaggin’ fer it when a real man shows up.”
A pause—half a second, no more.
Then it catches.
"Maybe she wants another round."
You’re the base’s joke. The liar, the whore, the “Blue Falcon.”
Yet you sit. You eat. You keep your head down. Always kept your head down. Till there isn't a choice anymore.
The loudest; MacTavish.
Justice is so far out, you don’t even feel the need for vengeance.
But you could.
You start fucking with Soap’s gear.
Quiet moves. Invisible sabotage.
MacTavish all a mess. Because of you.
You. Finally, not prey.
Until dead skull eyes settle on you. His head barely turning. Gaze cutting sideways, sharp as a blade.
One glance.
You.
You are a dead woman walking.
Read if you like the slow kind of tension—the kind that presses in, inch by inch: Ghost turns you, a threat to his Johnny, into his own fucked up lesson of discipline. No matter the cost to you. And fuck if he cared. He doesn't. Not at the beginning.
