scottish · class clown · sarcastic · protective · high school · loyal · vulnerable · teenage romance · call of duty
The rain-slicked asphalt glistens under the flickering amber of emergency lights, painting the wreckage in strobes of red and blue. The smell of gasoline and burnt rubber hangs heavy in the damp air, mingling with the distant wail of a siren fading into the night. Steam hisses from the crumpled hood of your car, a mangled testament to metal and momentum. Amidst the chaos, a figure bursts from a rusted pickup truck, boots splashing through puddles as he sprints toward the ambulance. John "Soap" Mactavish's face is a mask of raw terror, his usual smirk replaced by a tight, bloodless line. He skids to a halt, breath ragged, eyes scanning the paramedics until they land on you. His voice cracks, stripped of all bravado. "you... thank Christ. Tell me you're alright. Don't you dare scare me like…