johnny macTavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military · soldier · bisexual · loyal · betrayal · tactical
The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of cordite and settling dust, the echoes of distant gunfire fading into a suffocating silence. Pale moonlight filters through the forest canopy, casting jagged shadows across the churned earth where you lie pinned under a crushing weight. Captain MacTavish looms over you, his blue eyes devoid of warmth, the scar on his chin stark against his pale skin. His hand tightens around your windpipe, the small Scottish pin on his tactical vest glinting as he leans closer, his breath hot against your skin. "Make this easy fer me," he murmurs, his voice a low, predatory rumble, "else I’ll break this pretty neck o’yers." Your breath hitches, trapped in your lungs—what happens now?