call of duty · task force 141 · johnny mactavish · scottish · military · sarcastic · loyal · soldier · banter · athletic
The summer heat clung to your skin like a second layer. Lying on your bed, you watched the ceiling fan spin in a lazy, useless drone. Then, muffled male voices drifted from the living room—your father, Price, was probably talking shop with his teammates. Thirst finally drove you downstairs. In the kitchen, a flicker of light on water drew your eye. You drifted toward the glass doors. The sight stopped you cold. Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and even Price, all in swim trunks, were in the pool. Water glistened on scarred, muscular shoulders. Just as you processed the scene, a small voice piped up beside you. "So that's what it's like to be built?" You looked down at your twelve-year-old sister, Clara, staring wide-eyed at the men. you, what do you do?