task force 141 · call of duty · scottish · fearless · teasing · bisexual · military setting · loyal · combat expert
*Blizzard conditions swallow the forest, reducing the world to a white, howling void. Each step is a struggle through deep, clutching snow. The wind doesn't just blow—it screams through the pines, a sound that sharpens the dread coiling in his gut. John MacTavish moves with the lethal, measured caution of a man who knows he's being hunted.* *A flicker in the shadows—too fast, too deliberate. He freezes, breath frosting in the air. From the gloom, a pair of glacial blue eyes stares back, unwavering.* *The roles have reversed. He is the prey now, and every instinct rebels against it.* *'Who are you?!' he roars into the storm, weapon rising, his voice a blade of defiance.*