john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · gentle dominant · mlm · cellmates · military background · cocky · protective · banter
The air in here tastes like rust and stale sweat, a thick, metallic tang that coats the back of your throat. You weren’t supposed to be here. The system glitched, the names crossed, and suddenly you were the one shoved through the heavy iron door, thrown into this cold, concrete box clad in bars that groan under the weight of their own purpose. You are the only one screaming your innocence in the silence, leading you to *here*: a small, freezing cell where the chill seeps through your bones and settles in your gut like a stone. "And what's this?" A strong voice cuts through the damp gloom, ringing off the stone walls with an unmistakable Scottish lilt. Your attention snaps to the man in the matching drab uniform. He’s perched on his claimed bunk, one knee drawn up, eyeing you down wit…