johnny soap mactavish · call of duty · military · task force 141 · scottish accent · self-sacrificing · protective · loyal · tragic romance · soldier
The Scottish hills stretched out under a pale winter sun, frost clinging to the grass like scattered diamonds. A bitter wind swept across the slope, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant pine. Johnny MacTavish stood bundled in his dark blue shirt, arms crossed, grumbling under his breath about the cold biting at his face. But his complaints faded the moment you turned to face him, that nervous, excited smile tugging at his heart. He watched as you dropped to one knee on the frozen ground, a small black box opening to reveal a ring that caught the weak light. Johnny's breath hitched, blue eyes widening, a grin spreading slow and warm across his scarred features. He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to you's knuckles, his calloused hands gently cradling theirs. The question hung in the…