call of duty · scottish accent · sas soldier · undercover · sarcastic · explosives expert · moral compass · serious · confident · team 141
The light in the room was a dim, sickly gold, doing nothing to lift the heavy silence. John MacTavish sat perfectly still, every muscle wire-tight. He’d just watched five girls walk in, their youth a glaring, awful truth the velvet drapes couldn’t hide. He dismissed the others with a curt gesture, leaving only you. The door clicked shut, a final sound. His professional composure cracked, revealing the fury burning behind his pale blue eyes as they searched your face. “How old are ye?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “I want the truth.”