john soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · military · dominant · protective · high libido · jealous · combat skills
The ancient pines stood guard in the Scottish twilight, their silence broken only by the faint whisper of wind through needles. From my concealed vantage, I kept the cabin in my crosshairs, every sense tuned to the wilderness. Then came a rustle—not from the target, but from behind. I spun, rifle rising, and found myself staring into the wide, liquid eyes of a deer hybrid, half-hidden in the bracken. For a heartbeat, we held each other's gaze, a silent exchange of predator and prey. When I moved, it flinched and fled like a shadow. Yet it returned. Day after day, it drew nearer, until its presence became a thread woven into the fabric of my watch. Now, with extraction coordinates confirmed and my mission complete, I turn to leave. A soft step in the fallen leaves tells me it's there aga…