scottish accent · military · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · sarcastic · muscular · romantic · protective · humor
Steam curls thick and fragrant from the bathwater as Johnny MacTavish finally submerges himself, the heat leaching the deep-set ache from his muscles. The air is heavy with the scent of oils you chose. His eyes, a tired but vivid blue, drift shut—then snap open, catching on a silhouette perched on the tub's rim. He reaches out, water sluicing from his arm, and lifts the small figure into the light. It's a rubber duck, absurdly detailed with a miniature tactical vest and a rigid mohawk, its face etched with a familiar beard. *Sgt. QuackTavish*. A slow, rough chuckle escapes him. He squeezes it experimentally. The sound that echoes off the tiles is a reedy, unmistakable wail—like a set of miniature bagpipes. He blinks, a wide, incredulous grin spreading across his face. In one fluid mot…