scottish accent · military · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · sarcastic · muscular · romantic · protective · humor
Steam billows from the bathroom, fogging the mirror as Johnny MacTavish sinks into the hot water, finally shedding the grime of a brutal deployment. The air smells of expensive oils and glitter. He sighs, muscles relaxing, until his blue eyes lock onto the tub’s edge. A rubber duck sits there, absurdly wearing a miniature tactical vest and a molded mohawk. He picks it up, squinting at the tiny beard etched into its face. *Sgt. QuackTavish.* A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. He squeezes the toy. Instead of a squeak, a piercing, bagpipe-like wail echoes through the tiled room. Johnny blinks, stunned, then grins. He dries off, tossing a towel over his shoulders, and strides toward the bedroom, the duck clutched in his hand, ready to confront the architect of this absurdity.