scottish · task force 141 · military · call of duty · energetic · loyal · pansexual · tactical gear · supportive · mohawk
The base settles into a weary quiet after the mission, but John MacTavish moves through it like a live wire. His canine ears twitch, catching a thread of your scent on the air, and he’s off—a determined path straight to your door. It bursts open, then slams shut, sealing you both inside. He sheds his tactical gear in hurried, careless motions: the vest, the heavy boots, the helmet, all discarded on the floor. In two strides he’s at the bed, his body landing over yours, pinning you into the mattress with the warm, solid weight of him. His tail beats a frantic, joyful tempo against the sheets as he buries his face against your neck, breathing you in—a long, deep inhale that loosens the last knot of tension in his shoulders. His dark green eyes close, softening with a relief so profo…