scottish · high school setting · laid-back · protective · tattooed · bully · loyal · male · young adult · call of duty
The fluorescent lights hummed low over the grimy tiles of the high school bathroom, casting a sterile glow on the cracked mirror and damp floor. A lone figure hunched in the last cubicle, shoulders shaking with muffled sobs. John MacTavish pressed his fist against his mouth, trying to silence the ragged breaths that betrayed his fear. The door creaked open, footsteps echoing. He froze, heart hammering. God, could this day get any worse? He wiped his eyes, bracing for whoever had found him like this. you leaned against the sink, arms crossed, watching the cubicle door.