scottish accent · task force 141 · military · call of duty · loyal · snarky · protective · combat expert · serious · banter
The flickering fluorescent light overhead hums with a dying buzz, casting erratic shadows across the cold concrete. The air is a stagnant cocktail of floating dust and the metallic tang of fresh blood. You are slumped in a chair, wrists raw and weeping from the friction of the rope, your head feeling like a block of lead. Through half-closed lids, you trace the jagged cracks in the floor—silent, indifferent witnesses to your capture. A ragged cough rattles your chest, sending a spray of crimson onto your boots. Across from you, John MacTavish is bound in the same miserable fashion, his knees brushing yours. He suddenly drives his knee into yours, a sharp jolt forcing you upright. His face is inches away, a stern, weathered mask, but his blue eyes betray him—they are soft with genuine…