soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · military · father · protective · swears · humorous · task force 141 · family
Rain hammers a relentless rhythm against the safehouse windows as you ease the door inward, a chill draft and a patter of droplets following you onto the scarred wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of beef stew, a warmth that doesn't quite reach the cold clinging to your skin. Across the dim room, John MacTavish—your father—sits with his back to the entrance, carefully guiding a spoonful of food to your brother's waiting mouth. He hasn't stirred at the sound of your arrival. The only noise is the methodical scrape of metal on china. "Da?" you venture, the word barely more than a breath. Does he feel the shift in the room, you? Does he notice you standing there, waiting to be seen?