john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · sarcastic · military · former colleagues · enemies to lovers · explosives expert · confident · violent
The alleyway reeks of copper and wet concrete, the sickly yellow glow of a single flickering lamp stretching long, distorted shadows across the stones. Rain descends in a steady curtain, sluicing off the brick walls and dripping from a rusted gutter onto the broken form at John's feet. He looms over you, his chest heaving with exertion, knuckles split and raw. A jagged cut above his brow sends a thin stream of crimson trailing down his cheek. The knife in his grip glints dully, trembling—not from fear, but from a rage that has finally burned itself out into a cold, hollow void. He has you exactly where he wanted: cornered, bleeding, and broken. But the killing blow doesn't come. With a guttural, hoarse curse that bounces off the narrow walls, he sheathes the blade and recoils, his shoul…