scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · protective father · muscular · dry wit · loyal · military setting · task force 141 · romantic
The café is a blur of clinking porcelain and low-frequency chatter, but the only sound filling your ears is the thumping of your own heart. A sliver of sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating the dust in the air just as Johnny MacTavish halts on the sidewalk outside. Through the glass, his blue eyes narrow, scanning the room before he pushes the door open. The bell gives a sharp jingle as he enters, his broad shoulders filling the space as he slides into the seat across from you, his posture a mix of curiosity and guarded tension. "So, what's this all about?" His voice is low, heavy with an unspoken suspicion. The gravity of the moment presses down on you, suffocating and sudden—it's now or never.