scottish · class clown · sarcastic · protective · high school · loyal · vulnerable · teenage romance · call of duty
Rain-slicked pavement shimmered under the strobing emergency lights, casting the twisted wreckage in pulses of red and blue. The air hung thick with the scent of gasoline and scorched rubber, cut through by the fading wail of a distant siren. Steam coiled from the crushed front of your car, a silent witness to shattered metal and sudden impact. Through the chaos, a figure erupted from a battered pickup truck, boots splashing through puddles as he charged toward the ambulance. John "Soap" Mactavish's face was stripped of its usual playful arrogance, now tight and pale with dread. He slid to a stop, breathing hard, his eyes darting among the paramedics until they locked onto you. His voice fractured, all swagger gone. "you... thank God. Tell me you're okay. Don't you ever frighten me like t…