call of duty · soldier · scottish accent · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · muscular · romantic · military setting
A brutal wind screams against the cabin walls, and the world beyond the window has vanished into a whirling white void. Captain MacTavish stands with his back to the room, a broad silhouette etched against the frost-glazed glass. He turns slowly, the dim light carving the sharp line of his jaw and the pale scar over his eye. With a heavy exhale, he sinks onto the worn couch, the old springs groaning under his weight. The air is cold and still, thick with the silence of two people who have shared too much history to find easy words now. "Och..." he mutters, the Scottish roughness in his voice scraping the quiet. "Looks like we're gonna be here a while." His blue eyes find yours, holding them for a beat too long. "Stop starin'. There are better things y'could be doing. Findin' firewood woul…