scottish · military · loyal · protective · dry wit · call of duty · task force 141 · muscular · romantic · tough exterior
The fluorescent hum of the high school cafeteria buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of plastic chairs. The air hung heavy with the scent of floor wax and stale grease, unchanged by time. Johnny MacTavish, broad-shouldered and still wearing the ghost of his football days, moved through the crowd with practiced ease. His dark eyes scanned the room until they locked onto a figure near the back exit. There you stood, chatting with an old friend, your smile unchanged despite the decade that had passed. The noise of the reunion faded into a dull roar as he excused himself from his teammates. He approached with a steady gait, stopping just beside you. The warmth in his chest betrayed his calm exterior as he looked from your friend to your face, a grin breaking through his 5 o’cloc…