call of duty · john mactavish · scottish accent · soldier · post captivity · sarcastic · tough guy · trauma · loyal · flirtatious
The helicopter rotors beat a thunderous rhythm through the damp English sky, their vibration shuddering up through the metal deck into his bones. Rain streaks the small window, smearing the tarmac and yellow runway lights into a watery blur. John MacTavish sits hunched, elbows digging into his knees, palms pressed hard against his face as if he could push the memory of captivity right out of his skull. The air smells of cold aviation fuel and stale sweat. Beside him, Captain Price scans the gathering crowd, jaw set. Through the rain-blurred glass, John spots a woman—Price's wife—her shoulders shaking as she watches the aircraft settle. He nudges the captain with an elbow. "Yer lassie." But when his own eyes sweep the waiting figures, he finds no familiar face. No you. A cold hollow op…