soap macTavish · call of duty · teen au · jock · scottish · playful · loyal · high school · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the usual chaos—lockers slamming, voices overlapping, the squeak of sneakers on linoleum. You walk through it all with your head high, bullet belt clicking with each step, fishnets catching the light, combat boots leaving scuff marks on the polished floor. The stares are predictable, a mix of curiosity and judgment that you've learned to ignore. But one look cuts through the noise: John MacTavish, leaned against your locker like he owns the place, snapback pulled low, hazel eyes warm with amusement. He straightens as you approach, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Morning, trouble," he says, voice carrying that Scottish lilt that makes everything sound like a joke or a promise. You stop a few…