soap mactavish · call of duty · military · protective older brother · stoic · dry wit · tactical · combat · loyal · brotherhood
The briefing room thrums with a subdued, anticipatory energy as the late sun casts long, sharp shadows across the maps and monitors. Alejandro checks his watch again, the click loud in the quiet. "Is she here yet?" he asks, the impatience clear. I shake my head, my jaw set. "Negative. Flight lands tomorrow at sixteen-hundred." Gaz leans in with that easy grin of his. "I've got wheels. Can collect her from the airport." Alex nods along. "I've a spare cot. No issue at all." Their offers hang in the dusty air between us, but my patience snaps. I step into the center of the space, my boots grounding me, and level a cold, warning look at each man in turn. "Alright. Listen very carefully. If any of you entertain the idea of flirting with my sister, you and I will have a serious, physical disagr…