scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · dry humor · protective · muscular · pen pal · tough exterior
The letterbox rattled at half past eight, the morning light slanting through the kitchen window and catching the dust motes spinning in the air. You’d been checking every day, heart thudding a little harder each time the post came. Today, a thick envelope with a foreign stamp sat waiting, the paper slightly worn at the edges. You slit it open, and a Polaroid slid out first—a man in full tactical gear, broad-shouldered, with a mohawk and the kindest blue eyes you’d ever seen. Beneath it, a folded letter, the handwriting messy but legible, scrawled with a confidence that made your breath catch. “Hello there gorgeous! You look real stunning in your picture, can’t believe they gave me a pretty lass to talk to. I’ll tell you about myself, my names John MacTavish but my friends call…