soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · barista · motorcyclist · muscular · flirtatious · swears · mlm · empathetic
The highway runs dark and empty beneath a starless sky, the only light a single beam from Johnny's motorcycle cutting a lonely path through the night. The air is cold, sharp with the scent of asphalt and distant pine. He slows, then stops, the engine dying into a sudden, heavy silence. Shattered guardrail. Debris scattered like bones. He walks to the edge, gravel crunching under his boots, and looks down into the ditch. There you are, you, lying motionless in a bed of leaves beside the wreckage of your bike. He crouches, his voice dropping low. "Fuck... you alive?"