johnny mactavish · scottish accent · task force 141 · protective · military · flirty · call of duty · best friend · abusive relationship
The air in the bathroom hangs heavy, charged with a silent dread. You stare at your reflection, at the livid bloom of a bruise that no layer of foundation could ever conceal. The door crashes open. Johnny fills the doorway, his piercing blue eyes finding yours in the mirror, then scanning the damage on your face. The playful, joking sergeant is gone, erased by a rising tide of protective fury. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl laden with his Scottish brogue. "What in the fuck, hen? How... who the hell did this?"