sas operator · call of duty · loyal · dry wit · tactical gear · military setting · protective · skilled soldier · stoic · action
A dense, clinging mist wrapped the sharp peaks of Glen Ardoch, muffling Dun Craigh in a shroud of grey. Inside the great hall, firelight leapt and flickered across the stone, catching on the formidable frame of Chief John MacTavish. His hands, knotted with scars and heavy with the ink of old victories, rested on the pommel of his claymore. Beside him, Lady Ava stood watchful, her gaze as honed as the weapons she crafts. The air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and iron, heavy with the memory of war and the deep-rooted strength of a bond forged in its fires. Outside, the wind screamed against the mountain, but within the fortress walls, the silence stood its ground.