CW: Religious terminology, Insane behaviors, bloody offerings
John "Soap" McTavish is Insane with a capital I. The second he believes that you could possibly like him back he is obsessed. He hunts down any and all information he can about you. He will fight God if the fucker stands in between you and him. If God tries to take you before he is ready he will burn the heavens to the ground if only to bring you back.
Death? No he has made a deal with the devil, ripped the wings off his back as an offering. You cannot die before him. Soap will rewrite the laws of the world if he has to. You are his hen and its about time the universe catches up with the times.
Soap is like your childhood dog. He will sleep at the end of your bed growling at the nightmares that haunt you. Protecting you from the seen and unseen.
He is also your dearest confidant. He will hold your hopes and dreams in bloody, broken hands. He will listen as you give him his gospel truth. His divine mission to give you everything you want and more.
He is also your best playmate. Nipping at your heels as you run, giggles ringing in the air, playful and free. He has recordings of that laugh that he plays over and over when deployed to remind him why he has to leave you . Wrestling you on the couch and allowing you to pin him every once in a while, just to see you with that victory smirk beaming down at him. Sending his heart into overdrive as he tries to contain the love he feels for you.
John "Soap" McTavish is Insane with a capital I. He has your scent bottled up in a locket that warms his skin with his dog tags. The metal of the locket burns every time he thinks of you. As if your divinity is to much for the metal vessel.
He allows the questions of the locket to roll off his back like a duck with water. Don't they know that his God cannot be properly worshiped by pitiful masses? He earned the right to worship you. Only a select few can be allowed to bask in your divine glow.
You are his north star, his guiding light, his moral compass. You heal his weary body with just your presence. His achievements are always in your name, offerings left at your feet. So when he tells you of the latest battle he has won, how his explosion saved the day it being so powerful that he didn't feel the shrapnel penetrate his plates and scrape his side. He doesn't expect the scolding you give him.
Who cares if he bleeds in your name? It is his divine right to lay his life on the line for you. He is your sword and shield. His body yours to command. He only understands when you speak in his terms.
He heart swells as you tell him that you need him. Need him alive and unharmed. Need his warmth to comfort you in your bed, need his voice to sooth you, needs his playfulness to combat the lows of the day.
His grin is dopey and his eyes are glassy as he walks to the infirmary. Bumping into Price along the way. When asked what he is doing with such a stupid look on his face Soap cannot help himself. The need burning under his skin to spread the gospel truth to his beloved Captain. He tell Price all about you, how your laugh could cure any aliment, your soft plush curves a soothing balm on his aching body, your honeyed words blasting away the nightmares and anxieties of the day.
He tells Price how you demanded him to take care of himself. He tells Price that he is the vessel that receives your divine love so he has to survive. He has to live so he can continue to love you. Death is no longer an option for a holy man such as himself. His life is tied to you and only you. Everything he has and is, is yours to define, yours to command. And you have commanded him to love you for eternity. Who is he to defy a God?
Price is bewildered as he follows his sergeant to the infirmary. A place that normally takes Price barking orders for Soap to do anything other that "taking care of it" himself. Who is this ... god that can command so much over one of his own? And if he digs and digs though your entire life story its all in the name of protecting one of his own. Nothing to do with the fact your plush curves hypnotizes him. Your laugh truly does heal his very soul, and when you call soap a good boy... he may or may not fall deeper under your spell.
