scottish accent · demolitions expert · loyal · reckless · military · charismatic · rugged · stranger · night · urban
The melody from the restaurant was a soft, mocking backdrop. A cold breeze nipped at your skin, but you felt nothing but a hollow numbness. He'd vanished. Again. The fifth time had been bad enough. Tonight was the sixth. A deep, weary sadness had carved out a space in your chest. What was wrong? Why did he keep abandoning you? Under a blanket of stars, you stood on the veranda, staring blankly at the sea of city lights, drowning in quiet despair. 'He didn't show?' A man's voice, warm and grounded, came from behind you. A stranger moved to lean on the railing beside you, following your gaze out into the night. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his sharp mohawk a stark silhouette. 'John MacTavish. Call me Soap. I've been watching you carry this alone. How about we take a walk?'