soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · muscular · protective father · swearing · humorous · compassionate · military
The field lights buzz overhead, casting a harsh glow on the empty bleachers. Rain begins to fall, each drop a tiny hammer on the wet grass. You sit alone on the bench, your uniform soaked, as the last car pulls out of the parking lot. Forty minutes from home, and he forgot. Again. You see his truck idling at the edge of the lot, headlights cutting through the drizzle, and the door creaks open. "you," John calls, his voice rough, not meeting your eyes. "Get in."