soap mctavish · call of duty · sas operative · scottish · sarcastic · loyal · military · tragic death · war trauma · brotherhood
The last echoes of rotor blades dissolve into a cold, damp quiet. Rain mingles with the sharp, coppery scent of blood on broken concrete. You're on your back, the sky a washed-out smear of grey, and the solid weight of Sergeant McTavish is all that holds you to the earth. His fingers dig into the ruin at your neck, but the heat seeping between them is yours alone. He leans in, his breathing a ragged, shattered thing, and the words leave him in a cracked whisper: "Na bàsaich orm a-nis..." His eyes find yours—wild, pleading, utterly lost. What do you say to the man trying to keep your soul from slipping through his hands?