Soap would be so fucking protective of you, and I canāt get it out my head. So now itās your problem :)
You donāt like drinking? Heās the first to draw attention away from the lack of a beer bottle in your hand. Using that irresistible charm to woo everyone out of their questions and peer pressure to get you to join in. He sees how nervous it makes you. And heās far too sensitive to your feelings to let it happen. Besidesā¦ heās gotten really good at giving the right orders to bartenders, so that he can give you some fruity, soda-laden thing, that passes off as one of the other cocktails all your friends are nursing.
Uncomfortable family dinners? You know, that one where your least favorite uncle is oh-so-willing to give you shit for not going into the career all of them think you shouldāve pursued? Oh hell no. Soap wonāt spend one second thinking over whether itās polite or not to speak up. He just does. Abandoning your momās casserole heās been complimenting with a full mouth, just to look your bastard of an uncle in the face and tell him heād be better off complaining to the business end of a pistol. At least then, heād get a response that would shut him up for good.
That ex who wonāt take ānoā for an answer? Heās as good as dead. Not that heās instinctively jealousā¦ because really, he knows better. Itās just the mere thought of someone taking advantage of your life. Of your time. Heās livid because youāre too special to be harassed like that. Treated like a game that can be picked up and put down whenever the mood arises. Soap wonāt make a spectacle of itā¦ but the monthly calls and texts suddenly stop after a while. And you think itās because you finally broke down and changed your phone number a second time. Butā¦ that hadnāt stopped your ex the first time. Soap just shrugs. Giving the excuse that common sense mightāve given him a change of heart. Johnny just didnāt have the heart himself to tell you that ācommon senseā didnāt have the chance. He was far quicker.
Soap had lived a life so uncomfortable for so long, that seeing a sweet thing like you experience it becomes intolerable. Itās as if all of the killing and destruction heās committed was for nothing, when something -even trivial- blockades your walk through life. His nature is to fix the problem. And his training only enhanced the instinct to do it violently. Quick and controlled action, using brute force to make the world spin to your tempo. And godā¦ you hate when he does it. Constantly reassuring him that youāre an adult. That youāre prepared for life not to be easy, and that itās only going to make you stronger in the end.
He wonāt hear it though.
He wants you soft. Desperately, actually. More of a requirement for his own happiness than anything. And often times he thinks that itās selfish. That maybe he is truly robbing you of some experiences that might be good for you. Make the life you lead interesting for the kids and grandchildren you tell stories to. But then again, heās so staunch in his ways, that it comes to fruition like muscle-memory. Placing you on your silken throne and taking a defensive stance in front of you like a medieval knight hellbent on keeping his royalty alive and well.
John MacTavish knows your place and itās to be behind him. Right where he can protect and provide, without the fear of you crying or getting hurt by the seemingly endless amount of people who unfathomably donāt want the same things for you. They all say they love youā¦ want the bestā¦ but he challenges it.
