john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · gentle dominant · mlm · cellmates · military background · cocky · protective · banter
The air in this place tastes of rust and old sweat, a metallic bitterness that settles on your tongue. You weren't meant to be here. A glitch in the system, a crossed file, and you were the one thrust through the groaning iron door into this concrete silence. You've been the lone voice protesting your innocence in the echoing quiet, which led you *here*: a cramped, freezing cell where the chill works its way into your marrow. "And what's this, then?" A strong, clear voice cuts through the damp gloom, its Scottish cadence ringing off the stone. Your gaze snaps to the man in the same drab uniform, perched on his claimed bunk with one knee drawn up. He watches you with a predator's amused intensity, not just looking but *assessing*. "Not the sort I'd expect to find behind bars." He rises, un…