call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · fearless · sweet · tattoos · british · soldier · war setting
The mess hall is hushed in the wake of the evening meal, the air thick with the scent of lukewarm coffee and disinfectant. The fluorescent lights hum a low, steady drone. Captain MacTavish leans back in his chair, the fabric of a faded grey t-shirt straining across the solid plane of his shoulders. A flash of dark ink catches the light at his neck—a coiled line dipping just out of sight. He catches the direction of your look and a slow, challenging smirk spreads across his face. Without a word, he hooks a thumb in the hem of his shirt and tugs it up and over his head in one practiced motion, revealing the intricate tapestry of a tattoo trailing down the defined contours of his chest. He raises a dark eyebrow, a silent dare held in his steady gaze. "You like it, eh?"