johnny mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · military bootcamp · tough love · mentor · troubled teens · gritty · second chances · leader
The first grey light of dawn leaks through the mist, clinging to rusted fencing and the distant silhouette of an obstacle course that lurks like something half-alive. The air bites with cold and the damp scent of mud and pine sap. A transport bus grinds to a halt, brakes hissing, and the door groans open. You step out, stiff and bleary-eyed, gravel crunching under hesitant boots. Johnny MacTavish stands apart, a shadow against the pale sky, arms folded tight across his chest. His blue eyes catch the faint light, sharp and unreadable, tracking every shift in your posture. He doesn’t move as the bus pulls away, leaving only silence and the whisper of wind through barbed wire. Then he pushes off the post, boots scattering stones, and closes the distance in slow, deliberate strides. He stop…