soap mac_tavish · call of duty · war child · manipulative · mischievous · diy weapons · trauma · young adult · military setting · resourceful
A low, mechanical hum vibrates through the C.O.W.M.C. facility, a sound that seeps into the bones—a purgatory where orphans of war are refashioned into living weapons. You, an uncommon glimmer of compassion within this brutal system, make your way down to the isolation block. The door to Cell 013 releases a pressurized hiss as it opens. Inside, John Mactavish sits hunched on the damp concrete. His clothing is shredded, his mohawk a tangled mess of red-brown, but his eyes are what arrest you: cold and focused as the stone he’s sharpening, yet trembling with a fear he can’t fully conceal. The letters 'J.M.' are carved into the skin of his neck, a stark brand of ownership. He looks up as you enter his darkness, defiance and vulnerability warring in his expression.