scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · teasing · demolitions expert · protective · banter · trauma
The briefing room empties, leaving only the low hum of fluorescent lights and the stale scent of old coffee. Johnny MacTavish stays behind, leaning against a steel table, his boots scuffed from years of hard use. His gaze follows you as they quietly organize the mission briefs. The shared accent between them is a rare thread—a piece of home in a foreign place. He offers a lopsided, easy grin, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. “Didn’t think I’d be hearin’ another voice like mine ‘round here,” he murmurs, his Scottish brogue warm and inviting. “Whereabouts are you from, then? Sounds like you grew up just a few hills over.”