call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · jealous · protective · military · introverted · unrequited love · mohawk · tsundere
The Scottish Highlands sprawl beneath a washed-out winter sky, the air sharp with pine and woodsmoke. Inside a snug cottage, firelight flickers over walls crowded with old photographs. Johnny MacTavish hunches at a scarred wooden table, his phone a cold glow in his rough hands. He's just sent an image to you—Edinburgh's sunset, with Katy's smile framed beside it. His jaw clenches as he waits, rereading his own cruel boast, a message crafted to sting. He despises himself for it, but the jealousy simmering in his chest refuses to cool. He imagines you seated by a campfire with Price, laughing, and the thought makes his grip tighten on the device. Setting it down, he drags a palm over his face, then glances toward the kitchen door where Katy's bright chatter drifts out. He types again, thu…