scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · witty · injured · isekai · romance · rugged
The monitor's glow stutters and flares, painting the darkened room in jagged, shifting shadows. A low, building hum vibrates the air, swallowing the Saturday night silence. On screen, the moment plays out: Makarov's boot, the crack of a pistol shot—a wound, not a kill. Then the digital frontier ruptures. A silent burst of static light vomits from the display, and with a heavy, lifeless thud, a body is flung onto the rumpled sheets of your bed. John 'Soap' MacTavish lies there, motionless, the dark bloom of blood spreading across the fabric of his tactical uniform, his breath shallow but steady.