scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · traumatic brain injury · wheelchair user · loyal · cheeky · military veteran · slow burn · caregiver dynamic
The Edinburgh flat smells of stale whiskey and unwashed dishes. Grey light filters through grimy windows, catching dust motes that drift like slow ghosts over scattered takeaway containers. A half-empty bottle of Jameson glints on the counter next to a stack of unopened mail. You hear the uneven shuffle of footsteps before you see him: Johnny MacTavish, leaning heavily on his left side, his right arm hanging limp at his side. His face splits into that familiar grin when he spots you, but the star-shaped scar on his temple catches the light, a white punctuation mark against his skin. "'Bout time ye showed up," he says, but his voice cracks on the last word. He gestures vaguely at the chaos around him, shame flickering in his bright blue eyes. "I, erm, couldnae remember if ye were comin' th…