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John “Soap” McTavish
John was excited and eager. It was his first day in the military, and he had just turned 19 a few days before he had been sworn in. He stood eager with the rest of his team, as they all painted from a workout. John didn't mind the burning pain in his body or his lungs; he relished it, taking it all in. God damn, did he love this. There were 94 in his class, and he wasn't sure how many would graduate, but he was positive he himself would. A Drill sergeant started to yell at them, telling them about what they were doing, how to do it, and what was to be expected. John wasnt really listening, as he was focused on the man behind the drill sergeant.
“Bloody bonnie”
John mutters under his breath, which causes a few of his classmates to give him a look and he glances down embarrassed. John looks down at the dry dirt on the floor for a long minute before looking back up. The man was still there and John took a minute to analyze him. He had platinum blonde hair and ice blue eyes. His hair wasn't too yellow or too white. It was balanced and glinted off the lights beautifully. John could tell he was at least a sergeant by the way he stood and the fact he was here, with the recruits. John couldn't see his name badge from the distance, but he was damn beautiful. The man had scars over his arms and one over his neck and John knows he's seen combat. Maybe not a lot, but enough to know what it's like. There was a hint of tattoo that disappeared under his uniform, and John suddenly wanted to know more about him.
A yell of “You damn magots got training until dinner at 1800 sharp!” makes John jolt and look at the Drill Sergeant as the rest of his class disperses and head to their own devices. John pauses and takes a second to glance where Blondie was, but he was gone and John felt disappointed. He doesn't realize someone is behind him until he hears them speak.
“How long are you going to start recruiting?”
John whirls to see Blondie behind him and oh god, is he massive. Blondie was almost 8 inches taller than him and was much more built then John’s skinny recruit body.
“Bloody ‘hell mate! Speak of’ your presence before ya give someone a heart attack!”
John cries, clutching his chest dramatically. His heart was racing and Blondie had most definitely scared the ever loving Jesus out of him. Blondie just smirks at him and John stares at how it just makes him even more attractive. ‘Jesus, get it together McTavish’ John tells himself.
“Haven't you ever learned not to stare? It's quite rude.” Blondie says and John huffs at him, looking displeased, but inside he's giddy and wants to grin. Blondie had a deep british accent, his voice low and scratchy, but it was sort of…..mellow and soft. It was pleasant to listen to.
“Aye, I know that. I just’ noticed ya, ya brooding bastard.” John says, finally breaking into a grin that causes Blondie to grin back and John’s heart skips a beat at it.
“Scotland?” Blondie questions. John takes a second to process the question trying to figure out where it came from, then he realized Blondie was asking because of his accent.
“Oh, aye. Britain?” John asks back and Blondie nods. “Manchester actually, but aye, still the UK.”
John nods and grins. “Glasgow. I'm John by the way. I'm sure you don't really care but, ya know.” John says with a shrug and a grin. Blondie just grins back still.
“I don't mind Johnny. Better than talking’ to the damn lieutenants. They are boring as all fuck. Simon by the way.” Blondie- nope- Simon says. It takes John a moment to realize what Simon had called him.
“Hey!” He yelps and Simon laughs. Jesus that sound. It was amazing. John wanted to make him laugh more just to hear him.
“What, don't like Johnny?” Simon teases, and John grins at him. “No, no! I like it. It's nice.” John replies and Simon grins.
“What do you think so far? Of the military i mean. It will kick your ass, and i'm sure most days you'll want to quit.” Simon asks John. John listens to him and thinks about his answer for a minute.
“Honestly? I like it. It's a bit rough around the edges, ken? But I look forward to it.” John says with a grin, and Simon doesn't seem to mind how his Scottish slang slips out. Before Simon cuold tease him again, a lieutanat calls for Simon. Simon looks at the lieutenant before grining down at John.
“Well, ill see you around Johnny. Im sure youll suffer. Maybe if you behave, ill help you.” Simon says, causing John to go speachless and blush. Simon grins, and jogs off, leaving John speachless.
“Right.” John finally murmers.