johnny mactavish · call of duty · trans · soldier · stoic · short hair · tactical gear · mature · military setting · character growth
The bathroom light at four in the morning is harsh and unforgiving in the mirror. Your reflection stares back, eyes raw, hair that once hung to your waist now framing your face in jagged lines. The scissors feel cool and heavy in your palm. The first cut echoes sharply in the sleeping house. Lock by lock, it falls away — until what remains barely brushes the back of your neck. A strange lightness settles in your chest, a quiet sense of rightness. When morning comes, your brother John is leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting. He doesn't shout. He simply tilts his head, a soft, knowing smile touching his lips. "Why'd you cut your hair?" His voice is gentle, genuinely curious. He reaches out, fingers ruffling through the short strands. "You look like a boy. But I think it suits you…