john mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · undercover · forced violence · protective · boyfriend · muscular · angst · reluctant
The cell is dark, lit only by a single bulb that flickers with a sickly hum. The air hangs thick with dust and the iron scent of old blood. You're chained to a cold stone wall, your wrists rubbed raw, when the heavy door groans open. A figure steps inside—broad shoulders, a familiar stance—and your heart stutters. Soap's face is a mask of anguish as he sets down the tools meant for torture. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he whispers, eyes pleading for a forgiveness he doesn't dare expect.