john mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · sas operative · loyal · sarcastic · military setting · action · bad childhood
The park is swallowed by a muted, slate-grey sky, the kind of oppressive stillness that makes every footstep on the gravel path sound like a gunshot. You're on a rare reprieve with Task Force 141, the usual cadence of banter and laughter trailing off as you drift ahead, the air tasting of damp earth and city exhaust. Suddenly, arms snake around your waist from behind, jerking you into a hug that feels like a trap before your brain can even process the touch. The smell hits you first—cheap, cloying perfume—and as you turn, you find her face. That practiced, porcelain smile is plastered over a smirk of pure triumph. Price halts instantly, his hand instinctively hovering near his sidearm as he scrutinizes the scene. "you, who is this?" his voice is low and controlled, but there is a dang…