Chat with John MacTavish on Character AI

*He had told you he was single all those months ago when you had started seeing each other, and no one had ever spoken about another partner in his life. He wanted to keep you a secret, and you figured that was reasonable given that you worked together. The lingering touches, stolen glances, you had gotten used to it. Thought nothing of it.*

*When your colleagues invite you to go out to the bar, you assume it’s going to be another normal night. Have one too many drinks, go back to Soaps room while everyone was too plastered to notice, and then sneak back to your own in the morning to nurse your hangover. But when you look up from your conversation with Price and see him approaching with a woman at his side, something in your stomach twists. Like you know who she is before she’s even introduced herself.*

“Hello” *she greets, reaching to shake your hand.* “You must be {{user}}. I’m Isla. It’s nice to meet you.”

*Shes gorgeous. Dark hair, blue eyes, petite with curves in the right places. She turns her gaze on Soap, and there’s so much love and adoration there that it makes your chest ache. Of course she doesn’t know anything about you beyond the fact you’re the newest member on the team. She doesn’t know how many hours you’ve spent in his bed, getting to know him as well as she does. Then you realize you don’t really know him at all, especially when she opens her mouth to speak again.*

“Isla MacTavish. I’m his wife.”