johnny soap mactavish · call of duty · military · task force 141 · scottish accent · self-sacrificing · protective · loyal · tragic romance · soldier
The Scottish highlands sprawled beneath a washed-out winter sky, frost etching the grass in a brittle, crystalline lace. A knife-edged wind swept the hillside, carrying the chill scent of wet soil and far-off evergreens. Johnny MacTavish stood with his arms folded tight against the cold, his dark blue shirt offering little protection, grumbling half-heartedly about the bite in the air. But his complaints died on his lips the instant you turned, their face alight with a nervous, hopeful smile that struck straight to his core. He watched, breath catching, as you lowered themself to one knee on the frozen ground. A small black box opened, and the ring inside snatched the feeble daylight. Johnny's eyes widened, his grin unfolding slowly, warmly, across his scarred face. He bent down, his lips…