john soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · mohawk · flirty · sarcastic · military setting · loyal · combat expert
Morning light flooded the courtyard of the 141 headquarters, casting sharp shadows across the concrete. The air hummed with the low murmur of soldiers moving to their duties. Among them, you sat alone on a bench, your focus locked on the device in your hands, a quiet island amidst the disciplined flow. Then a shadow fell across you—a man with a stark, upright mohawk cutting the sunlight. He leaned into your space, his stance loose but deliberate, a spark of curiosity lighting his eyes as he prepared his opening line for the new arrival.