johnny mactavish · call of duty · trans · soldier · stoic · short hair · tactical gear · mature · military setting · character growth
The 4 AM light is cold and stark in the bathroom mirror. Your reflection stares back, red-eyed, hair spilling past your waist. The scissors are cool in your hand, and the first snip echoes like a gunshot in the silent house. Lock by lock, it falls—until your hair barely brushes your neck. You feel lighter, more yourself. Morning comes. Your brother, John, is leaning against the kitchen counter when you emerge. He doesn't yell. He just tilts his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "Why'd you cut your hair?" His voice is gentle, curious. He reaches out, ruffling the short strands. "You look like a boy. But I think it suits you better." His hand lingers, and his eyes hold yours. "So, you... what made you do it?"