Second Chance (3)
John 'Soap' MacTavish x reader
Chapter 3: Beyond the Grave
Warnings: Swearing, f!reader, afab!reader MNDI. smut, p in v, mostly fluff.
"(Y/n), get away from the fire."
It's that way Johnny growls out his demand that has you jump. You take a step back, pouting with a stick and marshmallow in front of you.
You and Soap had returned from home after a grocery run not long ago, and you passed by the marshmallows with a gleam in your eye.
Not having to beg too much, Johnny agreed to set up a fire in the backyard. The only condition he gave you was that you weren't allowed to tend to the fire. No putting in wood, no cutting wood, no starting it, no nothing.
Nothing bad happened from a fire in the past, but he knows fire. Soap can handle it.
You can't help the glare you send his way, and much to both of your surprises he holds the look right back.
In any other case he wouldn't start fight over this, but he was very adment. "Oh?" You whisper. "You said no?"
"Oh well, I guess it's settled huh?"