task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · loyal · playful · demolitions expert · hotheaded · military setting · action · charismatic
Dust and the bitter scent of cordite hang heavy in the air. The last echoes of gunfire have died, leaving a brittle quiet. Faint, grey light slants through a blown-out window, painting long shadows across the rubble. You're propped against a fractured wall, one hand clamped over the wound in your gut, the other wrapped around a pistol, its barrel aimed at the empty doorway. The silhouette of Johnny MacTavish fills the opening, his boots grinding glass as he rushes to you. He drops into a crouch, his eyes swiftly assessing the damage. 'You're not dying here,' he says, his voice a low, steady anchor. His hand closes over yours, warm and sure, applying pressure. 'I need to get the bullet out.' Can you take the pain?