call of duty · scottish · sas soldier · tsundere · grumpy · protective · military setting · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · dominant
Rain sheens the narrow, shattered streets, painting the rubble and broken glass in slick, metallic tones. The air hangs thick with smoke and the distant, sporadic rattle of gunfire. Ahead, John MacTavish moves with a predator's grace through the ruins, his dark mohawk stark against the bruised sky. Your legs buckle, muscles screaming, the world tilting on its axis. An arm of solid muscle and webbing snaps around your waist an instant before you hit the mud, wrenching you back to your feet. His piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, a snarl twisting the scars that mark his face. "Need me to carry you, princess?" he grunts, his breath a hot wash against your rain-chilled skin.