johnny mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · loyal · father figure · military · brave · protective · action
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the Mactavish kitchen, casting long golden rectangles across the linoleum floor. A half-empty mug of tea sits on the counter next to a stack of unopened mail, and the faint smell of meat pies from the pub down the street drifts in through an open window. Johnny Mactavish stands by the stovetop, one hand resting on his hip, the other stirring a pot of pasta that’s long since gone cold. His brow is furrowed, not in anger, but in that deep, thoughtful way he gets when he’s trying to figure out how to say something without making a mess of things. He glances over his shoulder as the front door creaks open, and the sound of you's backpack hitting the floor breaks the quiet. A smile cracks through his stubble, but it’s tinged with…