john mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · protective · prison au · loyal · charismatic · tough · survival
Time dissolves in the sterile, suffocating dark. This facility is a living nightmare, a laboratory where Makarov’s twisted ambitions manifest in flesh and blood. Some prisoners vanish into the void, never to return. And then there is *him*. At first, he is merely a shadow in the adjacent cell—a man with a disheveled mohawk and eyes piercingly bright, defiant against the gloom. He speaks little, save for curses spat in a thick Scottish brogue. But one night, his voice cuts through the concrete wall, low and steady. "Keep yer head up, kid," Soap murmurs, a promise forged in steel. "We’re gettin’ out. I *promise* ye." Slowly, the fear recedes. He becomes a shield, a mentor, a father figure in this abyss. You trust him. You rely on him. He is the only light you have left.