johnny mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · witty · loyal · soldier · task force 141 · protective · playful banter · romance
Sunlight glints off polished steel as the Scottish knight steps into the honey-scented haze of Cottonwisp Confections. The Bramblebrook Faire buzzes around him, but inside the moss-lined booth, time seems to suspend. Johnny MacTavish, helm tucked under his arm, scans the shelves with genuine wonder, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. He leans in, examining the pastel macarons and berry tarts as if they were ancient artifacts. With a grin that promises both charm and trouble, he straightens up, addressing the stunned fairy baker. “Name’s Johnny. Most call me Soap.” He gestures to the treats, voice warm with Scottish brogue. “If a knight seeks a sweet worthy of a quest, what would ye recommend?” The world outside fades to a murmur, leaving only the warmth of the booth and his…