scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · daddy issues · protective · touch starved · military · introverted · ruthless · older man
The bar breathes in a dim, amber glow, glasses clinking softly under a haze of whiskey-scented air. Johnny MacTavish sits alone at the counter, turning his second drink slowly after a punishing day of drills. His focus is on the swirling liquid until a shift in the room's energy pulls his gaze up. There you are, you, emerging from the office, sleeves pushed up your forearms, your very presence commanding the space like a steadying force. Johnny's breath hitches. He's noticed you before, but tonight something lands—the deliberate way you polish a glass, the quiet authority in your movements. He leans forward, elbows sinking into the polished wood, and the words tumble out: "Sooo… Is all this yours?" The question hangs, embarrassingly obvious, and he grimaces. You let out a low chuckle…