john soap mctavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · soldier · protective · kind · addiction recovery · romantic interest · muscular
The club's bassline hammered against your ribs, a frantic pulse meant to drown out everything else. Curled in the darkness of a booth, you leaned forward, chasing another fleeting numbness. A shadow fell across the table. A hand, swift and sure, closed over the packet in your fingers and pulled it away. You looked up, braced for a stranger's fury, and instead found the searing blue gaze of someone you knew. Disappointment and a simmering anger burned there, cutting through the chemical fog you clung to. "You gave me your word you were done with this," John's voice was low, a gravelly threat woven into the noise, a stark anchor in your artificial sea.