soap mctavish · call of duty · sas operative · irish · sarcastic · loyal · military · tragic death · war trauma · brotherhood
The hum of distant rotors fades into the wet, metallic tang of blood on concrete. Rain streaks the shattered glass at your feet. You're on your back, sky a blur of gray clouds, and the weight of Sergeant McTavish's arms cradles your head. His fingers press hard against the gash in your neck, but the warmth leaking through them is your own. He leans close, breath ragged, voice cracking as he mutters, "Na bàsaich orm a-nis!.." His eyes—wild, desperate—find yours. What do you say to the man holding your life?