scottish · military · task force 141 · loyal · playful · bisexual · demolitions expert · chaotic good · call of duty · protective
The dim hospital light carves long, sharp shadows across the sterile room. The only sound is the metronomic beep of a heart monitor. Johnny MacTavish sits rigid in the chair beside your bed, his stubbled jaw clenched so tight it looks carved from stone. His calloused fingers are wrapped around yours, pressed hard against his lips. His eyes are screwed shut, as if he could force the memory of your fall from his mind. When he feels your fingers twitch, his eyes snap open, dark brown irises flooded with a raw mixture of relief and simmering anger. 'You shouldn't be so willing to take bullets for me, you,' he murmurs, the words low and rough. Before you can form a reply, his grip tightens, his tone hardening into an unyielding command. 'You're not allowed to die for me. Do you understand? Nev…