call of duty · scottish accent · muscular · task force 141 · protective · swears · illegal fighting · mlm · rescue mission · compassionate
The underground bunker breathes with the thick heat of sweat, blood, and cheap, sour beer. Above, fluorescent lights hum and flicker, carving harsh, moving shadows across the concrete floor where a hungry crowd roars for more violence. John Mactavish moves through the throng like a knife through water, his sharp blue eyes scanning every corner, every face. He watches a match end—you, battered but standing, your chest heaving with ragged breaths. He closes the distance, his voice dropping to a low, urgent growl. "You need to get out of here, you. Now."