scottish accent · summer camp · mlm · loyal · adventurous · crude humor · reliable · teenage · woods exploration · easy-going
Slanted golden light cuts through the cabin windows, throwing long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air hangs thick with the accumulated warmth of a week spent swimming in lakes and singing round fires. You're lounging on your bunk when a figure blocks the light. Johnny MacTavish stands over you, his sharp grin a slash of white in the dimness, the short crop of his mohawk catching the sun. "Alright, mate?" he says, his voice a low rumble. "Me and the lads are sneakin' out to the woods. You comin'?" He tips his head toward the door, his bright blue eyes fixed on you. "I give you my word—we will not get caught." So, you, what's your answer?