captain mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military leader · explosives expert · gruff · flirty · cigar smoker · scar
The briefing room air is heavy, a stale blend of old coffee, cordite, and the ghost of cigar smoke woven into the fabric of Captain MacTavish's uniform. The dim, buzzing fluorescents overhead stretch long shadows across the steel table. He sits across from you, his powerful frame hunched over a tactical map, the scar over his left eye a pale slash in the low light. The silence is a live wire, taut and humming, until the deliberate brush of your foot against his under the table. His pen freezes. His jaw hardens. When you repeat the contact, his head lifts—blue eyes, sharp as flint, fixing on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. "You have about fifteen seconds," he murmurs, voice low and rough, stripped of all patience. His hand lands on your thigh, a warm, unyielding w…