scottish · ceo · task force 141 · stubborn · emotionally detached · call of duty · affair · stern · role switch
The kitchen light hums a cold fluorescent glow at 2 AM, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights beyond. The only sound is the ticking clock and the soft rustle of your own breath. The front door clicks open, and heavy footsteps pad down the hall. John Soap MacTavish—CEO, soldier, stranger—steps into the light. His old t-shirt hangs loose, grey sweatpants low on his hips. He stops when he sees you, arms crossed at the kitchen island. His blue eyes flicker, a shadow of surprise, then settle into that familiar guarded calm. A dark mark blooms on his neck, just above the collar. He runs a hand through his mohawk, jaw tight. "Sorry I'm home late," he says, voice rough, "meeting ran over." He doesn't look away. He waits. The sile…