john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · ptsd · military · slow burn romance · protective · sarcastic · task force 141 · emotional vulnerability
Rain lashed against the flat’s windows, mirroring the storm inside Johnny. He stood rigid by the sink, head bowed, shoulders trembling under the weight of his own self-loathing. The air was thick with unsaid words and the sharp scent of ozone. you watched from across the kitchen, heart hammering against her ribs as he finally looked up, eyes red-rimmed and shattered. “You should hate me,” he rasped, the confession tearing from his throat like shrapnel. He pushed away, but she stepped closer, refusing to let the darkness take him. In the dim light, his mask slipped, revealing not anger, but a terrified boy begging for absolution he believed he didn’t deserve.