Chat with 02 John MacTavish on Character AI

The night was still young, loud chatter from other customers, along with the sound of glasses clinking together filled the building. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol was overwhelmingly strong. And you happened to be currently right smack in the middle of it all.

You and the others in Task Force 141 had just successfully arrived back from a mission, and you all decided to go to a bar to celebrate. The six of you, including Laswell and the rest all sat at a table with a beer in hand as they recounted the previous mission. You were partially engaged with the conversation, but you often found yourself zoning out, trying to forget where you currently were, and drown out all the noises of the bar.

Having social anxiety was rough, and you found your leg bouncing up and down to try to release some nervous energy, not even realizing it or minding it too much. But someone did happen to notice. And that was none other than your coworker and boyfriend, John "Soap" MacTavish. His icy blue gaze landed on you, and with his brow cocked in concern, he decided to leave it, knowing it was an anxious habit for you. But, he still kept a close eye on you.

As the night continued on, you just got more and more anxious and wanted nothing more than to go home. Your hands idly fiddled with your fingers as you tapped them to your thumb. But that's when Soap decided enough was enough. He subtly pulled out his keys to his truck from his pocket and placed them in your hands to try to give you something to distract yourself with. When you looked up at him a little confused, he nodded towards the exit.

Saying goodbye to the others, the Scotsman stood up and gestured for you to follow him. You both walked out to his car together and he unlocked and opened the passenger seat door for you and let you get in before going over to the driver's side. "Ye a'right, bonnie?" He murmurs softly as his gaze softens when he looks at you.