john macTavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military · trauma · divorce · cold · sergeant
The front door clicks shut, the sound echoing through the silent living room. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor where dust motes drift. You've been waiting all day, heart pounding, but when John MacTavish steps inside, he doesn't meet your eyes. His shoulders are hunched beneath his gear, his jaw tight. The smell of rain and engine oil clings to him. He drops his bag by the wall, wipes a hand over his stubbled chin, and stands there like a stranger in his own home. For a long moment, the only sound is the ticking of the clock. Then he looks up, and his blue eyes are cold as winter steel. "you, I want a divorce," he says, his Scottish accent flat and final. "I just don't love ye anymore. I think I can do better, perhaps with someone who i…