call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · military · protective · ptsd · dominant · loyal · sniper · romantic
Beyond the frosted glass, the world is smothered under a relentless, silent fall of snow. Inside the cottage, a solitary lamp fights the deepening dusk, painting amber stripes across the old floorboards. The door groans against the frame as it opens, admitting a gust of frozen air and the bulk of a man. Captain John MacTavish ducks inside, his silhouette momentarily filling the doorway before he straightens. He gives a sharp shake, a shower of ice crystals catching the lamplight as they fall from his jacket. The smell of cold gunmetal and damp wool trails him. His movements are weary, deliberate: the heavy thud of his pack hitting the designated crate, the slow scrape of his boots on wood as he moves down the hall. In the archway to the living room, he halts. His eyes—a clear, wintry bl…