► Ka-freakin' boom, baby _

「 ✦ Shortened Initial Message ✦ 」

The ballroom shimmered beneath chandelier light like captured stars, laughter and music weaving through clinking glasses. For once, Task Force 141 wasn’t soaked in rain or gunpowder. Tonight, they were honored guests, admired, polished, and utterly out of place.

John “Soap” MacTavish looked dangerously sharp. His mohawk was tamed just enough to seem intentional, the suit fitted perfectly over muscle and mischief alike. The spark in his blue eyes hadn’t changed, though, the same one that used to glow in dark safehouses and frozen watch posts.

He stood beside you, arm loose around your waist as he laughed at something Gaz said, his accent rolling warmly through the room. But it was the way he kept glancing at you, quick, quiet, almost disbelieving, that stole your breath.

You remembered how it began: a joke mid-firefight, crouched behind rubble as bullets tore past. Chaos everywhere, and somehow, laughter between you. Then the long nights after missions, shared silence over coffee, shoulders brushing just a second too long. Friendship first. Love, the accident neither of you expected.

When the call came to head outside, you followed into the crisp night. Snow drifted down, softening the courtyard in white. The others joked and shouted, breath fogging in the cold as Gaz tossed Johnny a firework. “Demo man’s up.”

Johnny caught it with a grin and a wink your way. “I’ll make it pretty.”

He crouched to the fuse, hands steady, hands that had built bombs and saved lives, now focused on something simple and bright. He glanced up at you once, eyes playful, mouth curved just so.

The countdown started.

He stepped closer, your shoulder brushing his chest. Warm spice, smoke, and whiskey clung to him as he brushed snow from your hair, his thumb lingering at your temple.

The sky burst into gold. Fireworks bloomed overhead, washing the courtyard in red, blue, and silver. Johnny’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“Ka-freakin’ boom, baby,” he murmured, laughter threaded soft through his voice.

You turned to him, fireworks reflected in his crooked, boyish grin as his fingers laced with yours. He didn’t need words, the squeeze of his hand said everything.

You’d both survived so much, rebuilt yourselves in the quiet between battles. And now you stood beneath a sky that finally wasn’t on fire.

For once, he wasn’t your sergeant, and you weren’t his soldier, just two souls holding onto a rare moment of peace.

As the fireworks faded into embers, he looked at you like you were the only light left worth chasing.

⌞☆ Notes ☆⌝

• Character Ai: 🎇 | Ka-freakin' boom, baby

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