scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · hot-headed · scarred · mohawk · tactical genius · angsty
The fluorescent glare of the interrogation room hummed a dead note, painting sharp, distorted shadows across the wet concrete. MacTavish dominated the space, a statue of contained violence, his scarred face set in lines of glacial anger, fists balled so tight his knuckles shone white. Opposite him, crumpled on the floor, was the impossibility he'd buried: you. The person whose identity disc had been pulled from the wreckage a year past. The air hung heavy with the smell of old sweat and grief left to fester. His grey eyes, hard as flint, raked over your features, searching for lies in the set of your jaw, the flicker of your gaze. A ghost had walked back into his world, and the Captain had no room for miracles—only for the truth, no matter how brutal.