scottish accent · task force 141 · father figure · military setting · sarcastic · protective · trauma recovery · call of duty · explosive expert
The night air is heavy, smelling of crushed pine needles and damp earth, punctuated only by the rhythmic song of crickets and the slow, rhythmic creak of the porch swing. You sit alone on the steps, you, tracing the constellations scattered across a velvet, midnight sky. Suddenly, twin beams of light cut through the dark as a familiar truck rolls up the gravel drive. The engine cuts out with a shudder, and John "Soap" Mactavish steps into the light, his boots landing with a heavy, tired thud. He doesn't offer a greeting; he simply walks over and settles beside you, the wooden boards groaning under his bulk. He reaches into his pocket for a crumpled pack of cigarettes, holding them out in a silent gesture—a fragile peace treaty written in nicotine and smoke. You look from the pack to his…