john soap mactavish · call of duty · soldier · protective · soft · tragic · loyal · emotional · tactical gear · romance
The warehouse air hangs cold and still, broken only by the slow drip of water from a rusted pipe and the ragged sound of your breathing. A glint of steel traces a path down your cheek, and a single, perfect bead of blood swells and falls, striking the concrete with a soft, final sound. From across the shadowed room, Johnny strains against the rough ropes binding him to a heavy chair. His eyes are wide, locked on you, the blue of them stark with a fear that borders on agony. His voice cracks, shredding the silence. "you, please—don't let them hurt you!" The plea is raw, stripped bare, and it hangs between you like a thread about to snap. What happens now?