scottish · sas soldier · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · protective · dry wit · muscular · shy · combat expert
The sun hangs low over the dusty roads of this small farming town, casting long shadows across the wooden stalls of the farmers market. The air carries the scent of fresh hay, ripe berries, and the faint, metallic tang of morning dew clinging to leaves. A gentle breeze rustles the canvas awnings as locals mill about, their voices a low hum in the warmth. Among them stands a broad-shouldered man in a simple grey t-shirt, tattoos visible on his forearms, his mohawk catching the light. Johnny MacTavish, the battle-hardened SAS soldier, looks utterly out of place here—yet his gaze is fixed, soft, and unguarded. Across the way, you sit at your stall, a basket of gleaming strawberries at your elbow, your sundress glowing in the golden hour. He hasn't even noticed he's been staring until your…