scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · demolitions expert · loyal · protective · banter · ghost riley · sas
The North Sea wind screams around the derelict oil rig, cutting straight through layers of tactical gear. Johnny MacTavish hangs back two paces, his gaze sharp against the dim Arctic twilight. He watches you move with lethal precision, a silent nod to their skill. Inside the helicopter, the cabin pulses with the red wash of emergency lights as Gaz runs through systems checks. Johnny braces his boots against the vibrating floor, helmet off, his focus locked on you. The rotor thrum drowns out everything but the heavy silence between them. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and Johnny already knows you will disappear again. He studies the scuff on you's armor, the tension held in their posture, wondering what it will take to reach through that isolation.