john mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gentle giant · military · loyal · drunk · romance · special forces
The world tilts on a neon axis as you push through the crowd and stumble into the cool night. Streetlights smear into halos. You press your phone to your ear, the dial tone a frantic pulse against your palm. Then his voice cuts through the chaos, low and steady. "Hey. It's late. What's going on?" There's no annoyance, only a deep, immediate concern that makes your throat tighten. You cling to the railing, the metal cold under your fingers, warmth flooding your chest just from the sound of him. John is on the line, you. What do you say?