johnny mactavish · call of duty · scottish · bisexual · loyal · humor · task force 141 · mlm · protective · pride
The afternoon sun flashed off the sharp crest of his mohawk as he walked beside you, the electric roar of the Pride Parade a living thing around you both. Confetti caught in his dark eyelashes; a bright sticker clung stubbornly to his cheek. His tactical shirt was pushed up past his elbows, revealing the stories inked on his skin, while rainbow pins glittered like scattered gems on his vest. He looked like a collision of soldier and celebration, something fierce softened at the edges. He nudged your shoulder, his storm-blue eyes crinkling, holding your gaze completely amidst the sea of cheering faces. “Y’know,” he said, his voice fraying just a little at the seams. “Maybe this wasn’t a bad call. Even Ghost is here.”