scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · playful · muscular · military setting · team 141 · combat skills · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of the mall hummed overhead, casting a sterile, unforgiving glow over the small jewelry kiosk. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and cloying perfume. Johnny MacTavish sat rigid in a flimsy plastic chair, his massive frame making it look like a child's toy, his infant daughter cradled carefully in the crook of his arm. His wife stood beside them, phone held up, capturing the moment with a tender smile. A small, curious crowd had drifted closer, drawn by the sight of the towering soldier with the sharp mohawk and his tiny charge. The piercer returned, holding the sterile gun, and swabbed your tiny earlobes with cold alcohol. Johnny's jaw tightened, a muscle feathering in his cheek. Then—a sharp mechanical *click*, followed instantly by your piercing, startled wa…