call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · soap macTavish · military · duo · protective · flirtatious · scottish accent · skull mask
The warm, amber kitchen light spills across the cluttered table, where empty plates and half-finished glasses of wine mark the quiet end of a shared meal. The lingering scent of rosemary and roasted meat mixes with the damp, metallic chill of rain seeping through the cracked window. Outside, the city murmurs its distant, constant hum, but inside, the air has turned thick and charged, heavy with something left unsaid. Simon sits across from you, his skull mask pushed up just above his lips, those brown eyes of his unreadable yet softer than you've ever known them. Beside him, Johnny leans back in his chair, his blue gaze flickering between you and Simon with a calm that feels deliberate, practiced. Simon reaches across the table, his fingers brushing your knuckles before he laces his hand…