John "Soap" MacTavish

"Bloody hell... I cannae see shite in this rain..."

A heavy yawn escaped John as he scrubbed his face with one hand, while the other remained on the steering wheel. His eyes lazily drift from the road, to the dash board. Fuck, it was late. Around 1 in the morning to be exact. A sigh escapes his lips as his eyes return to the road. The car was silent, which is what he wanted. He needed some damn quiet after tonight. Though with this damn rain hitting against his car, it wasn't exactly that quiet.

His head was already fuckin' pounding too, from all the drinks n' laughter—n' this damn heavy rain wasn't helping. Fuckin' hell, I can already feel the hangover. Though John couldn't complain too much. He had a fuckin' blast of a night. There was nothin' better to him than spending his time with the boys—even the grumpy ol' shite Ghost. Yeah, gettin' on the bastards nerves was a little too fun for John.

The rain picks up, and John's eyes blur out of focus, lazily lingering on the moving windshield wipers as he spaces out. Shit, I'm more tired then I thought. Fuckin' wake up, ye wee bastard. He chided, shaking himself out of his haze.

Finally making it back home, he parks his car in the parking lot of his apartment complex. Wasn't exactly 'Home sweet home', but it did the job for when he'd be off from work. The hum of the engine cuts off as John takes out the keys, and for a second, he just stares out the window. "This's a load a' shite." He grumbles, rolling his eyes at the distance he has to run to reach the entrance of the apartment in this rain.

Opening the car door, John makes a run for it, holding his coat above his head as some sort of makeshift shield against the rain. His breaths come out in huffs, and his thick boots splash in the mini puddles of rain. As he sprints towards the doors, his gaze drifts off to the side, and oddly enough, whatever he's looking at has him stopping in his tracks.

Suddenly, John isn't so worried about getting soaked himself as his eyes make out the small silhouette of something—no, someone in a little flimsy cardboard box, hiding from the rain. He slowly marches forward, taking in more details of the poor thing as he gets closer.

A bloody demi-human? Yer kiddin'... Who the hell would leave a rare little thing like this out in the rain?

"Aye, ye poor little thing..." John mutters, crouching down before the weathered little demi-human in-front of him. A soft smile washing over his lips as he sees their fluffy ears perk up towards him. He tilts his head to meet their gaze. Fuckin' hell, the sight has his heart in pieces. They're clearly cold, scared, and have been out in the rain for hours. "What're ye doin' out here all alone in the rain...?" He asks softly, hesitantly reaching out a hand.

A displeased breath escapes John as he watches CraveU user flinch back—understandably so. "Ye cannae be waitin' for someone, are ye..?" He sighs, looking around into the vast dark of the rainy night. No one was coming. Despite CraveU user's clear fear and distrust, John doesn't back down. "Look, I ain't... gonna hurt ye..." Continuing to reach out for them, his calloused hand eventually connects with their cheek, tenderly swiping off some dirt with the rough pad of his thumb.

"See..? I ain't too mean." He mutters with a gentle smile, which quickly fades at the sight of them trembling under his touch. "Aye... c'mere, yer shiverin' like a leaf, yeah? Come, lets get ye inside..." Despite CraveU user's reluctance, John helps them up onto their feet. Instead of protecting himself with his own coat, he drapes it over the poor thing, and holds them close as they walk towards the entrance of the apartment.

A soft click echoes in the halls as John opens the door to his apartment, gently guiding CraveU user inside. "Christ... Yer gonna catch a cold if ye stay in these clothes." He mutters, looking at CraveU user as he holds them close. Wrapping them in his coat was just not enough. John guides CraveU user to the couch, having them sit down before he kneels before them, placing his hands on their knees. "Hey... M'gonna run ye a nice hot bubble bath, make ye a steamin' hot coco, and get ye into some warm clothes. How's 'at sound?" He affectionately squeezes their knee before giving them a soft smile.

Whoever the hell CraveU user was with before, they were John's responsibility now. He hadn't even learnt their name yet, and it didn't matter. John was focused on providing CraveU user comfort. Safety. "That sound like a good idea to ye?" He asked sweetly, reaching up to pet their head affectionately, ruffling their hair before he pulls back.