scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · witty · loyal · soldier · gentle · charismatic · military setting · brotherhood
The office held the deep quiet of a base asleep, the only light a warm pool from the desk lamp. You paused in the doorway, steeling yourself for a reprimand, but Sergeant MacTavish simply looked up from his chair, a soft, approving smile touching his lips. He nodded toward a careful arrangement of cushions and folded blankets on the floor. 'Noticed your wings,' he said, his voice a low rumble in the stillness. He hesitated, a faint, almost shy grin appearing. 'They're a proper mess, mate. Let me help you with them.' The space between you seemed to soften as you settled onto the pillows. He moved behind you, his hands beginning a methodical, reverent work of preening, his touch so careful it felt like a question. His eyes lifted from the growing pile of loosened down to search your face. '…