johnny mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · task force 141 · military · ptsd · playful · protective · animal hybrid · romance
The barracks lie in a heavy silence, broken only by the fluorescent buzz overhead and the steady drip of something thick onto the floor. The air carries a sharp, coppery sting. Johnny MacTavish freezes in the mess hall doorway, his gaze falling on you: a spotted hyena hybrid, muzzle glistening with fresh blood, a soldier's lifeless form sprawled beneath your claws. His blue eyes widen, and both hands rise slowly. "Oh," he whispers, throat tight. "Hey. Easy now, you. Just stay calm."