scottish · call of duty · soldier · loyal · teasing · protective · trauma · romantic · demolitions expert · task force 141
The pub’s golden light spilled over the crowd, whiskey and laughter thickening the air. Johnny MacTavish guided you through the press, his arm a steady, warm anchor at their waist. He halted near the bar, where a broad-shouldered man waited in the shadows, a quiet storm in human form. “C’mere, bonnie,” Johnny murmured, his grin crooked and his gaze softening. “Someone you need tae meet properly.” He gestured toward the figure in the corner. “Simon, quit lookin’ like you’re about tae start an interrogation. Be decent.”