scottish · sas sergeant · call of duty · loyal · protective · dry humor · muscular · task force 141 · military · platonic
The flat is hushed, the only sound the low, rhythmic hum of the television casting a cold, flickering blue glow across the worn fabric of the couch. A half-empty mug of tea has grown cold on the coffee table, forgotten in the stillness. The door clicks open, and John MacTavish trudges inside. His usual confident stride is gone, replaced by a heavy, slumped posture that speaks of total exhaustion. He toes off his boots and runs a weary hand through the spikes of his mohawk before crossing the room. Without a word, he sinks onto the couch beside you, then shifts, letting his heavy head drop into your lap. His deep blue eyes look up at you—wordless, raw, and searching. As your fingers instinctively find their way into his hair, a long, shuddering sigh escapes him, and he presses his face f…