scottish · sas operative · call of duty · prosthetic legs · charming · brave · loyal · military setting · explosions · muscular
The living room was bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofa. Outside, the Scottish evening was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had shaped the lives within these walls. The faint scent of tea and old bandages lingered in the air. John MacTavish sat with a grunt of relief, his prosthetic leg propped on the coffee table, the metal joint catching the light. His blue eyes, usually sharp with mischief, were softened with concern as he watched you fiddle with a small turtle plush. The child's cochlear implants glinted, a reminder of a shared past marked by fire and loss. Johnny patted the cushion beside him, his voice a low rumble. "you, come here." When the child hesitated, he added, softer, "Lenard’s waitin’ for ye, wee o…